Those eyes. Jesus Christ, those eyes.

Johnny tried everything; training, video games, homework, everything, but he just couldn’t distract from her and those god forsaken eyes. He’d spent hours researching eye colour charts, trying to find the exact colour he’d layer eyes of a couple of hours ago, but god, nothing could compare.

He felt like he was going insane. This wasn’t Johnny, he didn’t get hooked on some random girls eyes, let alone be driven to distraction over them. He wanted to jump into the pools that were her eyes and swim around in them until his dying day.

So when he saw them again days later, he was hardly able to function as those eyes stared into his. It was like being hypnotised.

“Oh,” He stumbles back as he feels a head bash into his chest, “Oh. You, hello.” He says, and his lip quite actually quivers. God, he wanted to disintegrate right now. Reduced to stuttering by some pint sized girl? He was pathetic.