Why did he care so much? Why did he have to love you?

He remembers the day he first laid eyes on you, your first day at his school, you moved from Glasgow down here to Perth because your father got a better job offer, you were both in year eleven, you were very smart and in all the clever classes, Ewan wasn’t so much, but you were in the same form and music lessons. It was a cold November morning, you walked in and took the only free seat in the classroom, behind Ewan and his mates. He remembers it so vividly, your dark hair that framed your face so beautifully, your beautiful face…

In form he’d constantly turn around and attempt to talk to you, In music he’d stare at your pretty profile from across the room… but couldn’t muster the courage to tell you how he felt, he was adamant you weren’t interested in him.

Ewan tried to get into acting after school but it’s not going anywhere, he’s still working at a little hardware shop his father owns, still living in Perth, he hadn’t seen you for a good few years, he was told when he asked around that you’d gone to university in Glasgow, he tried to forget about you, why was he son hung up on you anyways?

Hed almost got over you… until one cold November evening… a Saturday, Ewan was at the local pub, with a few friends, only a few pints in, laughing and playing pool. He’s in a green jumper that’s slightly to big for him and a bit frayed but compliments his fair skin as well as a pair of blue jeans, his auburn hair is cropped short in an awkward between cuts stage.

Hed lifts his head when the door opens, his eyes widen and his brow knits at the sight of you… he’s sure it’s you, he’s spent the last six years thinking about you.. you’re even more beautiful somehow… your hair styled to perfection and you look so put together in your plaid skirt, tights boots blouse and winter jacket, a proper lady…

He watches you walk over to the bar, wishing you’d look over and recognise him but half of him glad cause he looks so scruffy and he’s probably blushing.

Will he finally have the courage to talk to you?