Sleep talking
Never, in his sixteen years, had he seen someone like her.
No, she wasn't the perfect image of beauty; her looks were very ordinary, if compared to the other girls in school. Her hair was dark brown, her hair strands fell on her back like a waterfall in perfect synchrony. When she smiled, the curves of her lips slightly moved, resulting in the form of a perfect "U". Her eyes, he couldn't understand, were always sparkling and distent; it was impossible to read the expressed emotions in her stare.
Three months had passed by since the first look into each other's eyes; one since the first 'Hi' and two weeks since the brief, but exciting handshake. From then on, they became good friends.
At 9, he learned with his mother that words were the pathway to conquer a lady's heart. She was his lady, and with words he would conquer her.
He looked at his mobile's clock. 15 minutes until the end of the boring geometry class.
She, seated in the chair next to his, quietly leaned her body and tossed a little note on his table. He opened the note.
"Don't forget that tomorrow is the day of the seminary. P.S: just a couple minutes to go home, don't you dare sleep now!"
He grinned. But the tiredness and the sleep defeated him, and feeling beaten, he crossed his arms on the table, snuggled his head on the nest that his arms formed, and in less than 5 minutes he already was in dreamland.
He saw himself in his own room, writing a love letter to the girl that insisted in not leaving his thoughts.
"My precious,
Prove to me that the impossible is possible: give me the honor to be called yours.
Your laughter is my joy, your tears are my pain, your indifference is my fear.
Juliet, my rose, be mine!"
Slowly opening his eyes, the view still blurred, he yawned. Wow, the classroom was empty! The screechy voice that an hour ago was blabbing about Math wasn't echoing through the room anymore. He laughed while recalling a day, at the same teacher's class, when he took a nap for a little bit, and when he woke up, the whole classroom was laughing. He was a sleep-talker since he was a kid. When his vision had fully gone back to normal, he saw a female's waist. His eyes slowly scanned the stranger's body, from bottom to top.
"Juliet! What are you doing here? I thought you had gone home?", he said hastily, with his eyes bulged.
Sleep talking had gotten him into embarrassing situations. Had he sleep talked this time? If so, had he talked more than he should have?
She didn't say anything. Silence hovered in the classroom. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 seconds.
She stepped forward, getting closer to his chair. Her back slowly curved. She stared at him. He stared back at her, but quickly looked away, shy, when he was surprised by her sweet lips.
They both closed their eyes. His hand landed on her right cheek. At last, their mouths separated and she said, looking at him and blushing:
"I'm yours, Romeo."