WHAT IS THIS FLIRT YOU SPEAK OF

Now let's see, should I tell this in story form, or just as me explaining it? Hmm... it's 11:30, I still got some time before I'm drunk with exhaustion. Why not tell this little bit in story form? Please enjoy my torture as I explain to you this odd flirt-thing that went on yesterday. But guys, I SHIT YOU NOT, this kid looked exactly like Eren. LIKE A FUCKING REPLICA AND I WAS DYING INSIDE BUT I HAD TO KEEP IT COOL AND JUST HFVKBFALDJFHAR I'll let you read. I'm kind of tired, so it's going to be half-explaining and half-story so just bear with me.

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"Stay here by the fountain, alright? I'm gonna go feed this stray dog over here." My grandmother told me. She's a... animal hoarder person who really takes care of dogs, and she feeds the strays and yadaydadafhkgsazhg and stuff. I nodded and she walked away. I picked up my book, and continued re-reading Petals On The Wind.

Not long after, there were a couple of loud voices over to my left. Though telling myself not to, I stole a glance. Three boys were sitting on a bench a few feet away. They looked about sixteen? Maybe fifteen? The two on the end were nudging the boy in the middle quite a few times. He kept telling them to stop as they told him to do something inaudible. I shrugged and continued reading.

(Okay bear with me, I don't spell very well in Spanish, so I'll sound it out like a kindergartner) "Hables Esponol? (Speak Spanish?)" A voice came to my right. I looked up to see the boy that was sitting in between his two friends.

"Solo un poquito. (Only a little)" I replied.

"Well your Spanish accent is very good." He said. My eyes widened a fraction at his perfect English. I guess it would be racist for me to say that I thought he only spoke Spanish.

"Your English accent isn't too bad." I said in a sort-of monotone. He smiled at me, and I tried my damn best not to blush. I have to admit, he was... afdvhbkfsf  kind of cute. He had tousled dark-brown hair, fair skin, and GODDAMN GREEN EYES AND YOU KNOW I LOVE GREEN EYES.

"So, I suspect you're not from around here. If you were, I'm sure I'd know you a lot better by now." He said with a smirk. I slightly rolled my eyes and sighed.

"I'm from the states. I'm here visiting family."

"How much longer?"

"About a week or two."

He stared at me for a few seconds that felt like hours. I started growing uncomfortable and I shifted my gaze down towards by book. I closed it and set it aside while shuffling slightly. I finally looked back up to see him smiling. "You got a name?"

"I thought everyone had a name." I replied sarcastically. I saw his friends laughing from behind him.

"You know what I meant." He said.

"Isabela." I answered.

"Your full name."

I gave him a look. "Would you like it pronounced the proper way, with the Spanish accent and everything, or would you like it said the way that's horribly mispronounced, and doesn't even sound like a name at all." His smile grew wider. I gave him a soft smile and said it with the Spanish accent and everything. "Isabela Maria Villanueva."

"You go by a nickname?" He asked.

"If you want." I said.

He smiled. "I'll call you Bela." He said. Another uncomfortable silence with awkward staring. He finally chuckled. "So what's your deal?" He sat down beside me. I stiffened and folded my arms across my chest.

I gave him a slightly-offended look. "What's yours?" I countered.

"I'm just a guy trying to get to know someone, what about you?" He asked.

"I'm a girl sitting here and reading, until someone came up to me and wanted me to explain my life story." I said, looking away from him and staring straight ahead of me.

"So, are you that type of girl who's shy and nerdy, but then once you get to know her, she's beautiful and fun and full of life?" He asked, scooting closer. (OHGODI'MDYING)

"That's up to you to decide, isn't it?" I asked, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Can I tell you the real reason I'm here?" He asked, scooting closer. (IFORGOTHOWTOBREATHE) I hummed in acknowledgement. "What color are your eyes? Me and my friends over there were trying to figure it out, but you kept looking down at your book."

I turned my face to look at him with a confused expression. "My eyes? Out of anything you could wonder, in the entire world, about a random person, it's what color their eyes are?" He gave a small nod. I gave him a small disbelief smile. "I think it's very obvious that they're brown." I said, turning away from him and staring back ahead of me, finding a squirrel very interesting as it climbed up a tree.

"No, they're not." He said, scooting close enough so that our hips touched. (Can I just say that at this point I was mentally having a heart attack and hyperventilating to an extreme)

"I'm pretty sure I know what color my eyes are." I said.

"I know that squirrel over there is pretty sexy and eye-catching, but can you look at me while I'm talking to you, Bela? It's kind of hard trying to secretly find out what color your eyes are when you're looking somewhere else." I was a little surprised at his words, but turned to him anyway. He smiled softly. "Now just look at my eyes while I try to figure out what color yours are."

I started stuttering something out, most likely some crappy excuse. "Just do it for a few seconds? Please?" I flicked my eyes over behind his shoulder to see his friends quietly whispering to each other. I flicked my eyes back to his.

"Fine." I said bluntly. He smiled and there began the "staring contest". His eyes were gorgeous. They were a bright green with dark blue and gold flecks in them to make the green not even seem to be there. It was a complete different color that didn't seem to exist, but it was right there. I tore away from his eyes and scanned the rest of his face. He had fair skin, and a few freckles that could barely be seen. His dark brown hair looked almost purposely tousled, but at the same time it looked natural.

"I figured it out." He whispered. Only then did I notice that our faces were (uncomfortably) close, and I leaned away from him. "They're brown, but they change to green." He said with a smile.

"Is your undying question satisfied?" I asked.

He grinned. "So why do you act so disinterested in me, when I could just as easily be talking to that girl over there? I'm surprised you're not giving me your attention when I have mine fully on you. You're not the prettiest girl I've seen, Bela. I could be talking to that girl over there with the bikini and tan, but I'm over here talking to you. So why aren't you talking to me?"

The words stung, but they also felt good. "Because I'm trying to figure you out, just like you're doing to me." I said.

He stared at me for a moment. "You're an interesting girl. I'd like to get to know you better. You got a number?" I stared at him blankly. Seeing his mistake, his cheeks turned a small pink as he corrected himself. "Do you have a phone number?"

"Thanks, but no. I don't have a phone." I said. He looked a little discouraged. "Don't worry, I'm here for another two weeks. Maybe we'll see each other again, then you can talk to me all you want. If you're not busy doing this same routine on another girl."

He grinned. "Alright." His smile faltered. "There's a good chance I won't see you again, though."

"Then consider yourself a lucky person."

He tilted his head slightly and stared at me a moment longer. "Well then, I'd like to give you something to remember me by."

I gave him a confused look. "What?"

He kissed my cheek.

This is the point where I couldn't contain my emotions anymore. I blushed furiously but stayed still until he moved away. He laughed at my flustered appearance. "I'm surprised you're not used to that. I'm sure all the boys back where you live give you everything."

"Th-they don't s-seem to r-really n-notice me." I stuttered out.

He laughed and kissed my cheek again. "You're cute." He said. He stood up and started walking over to his friends.

"You got a name?" I asked, not really paying attention to my own mistake.

"Everyone has a name." He replied over his shoulder.

That was the last I heard of him before my grandmother dragged me away to go back home.

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HYPERVENTILATING I'M DYING SOMEONE HELP ME
*After I finish blushing like crazy*
Yep so that's the number one flirting that's happened since I got to PR. Words cannot describe my blushing madness
WHAT IS LIFE

Thanks For Reading!