Bikes – A short story.

Stacy looked out of the glass walls as she sat in the coffee shop with her friend Jenny,  who was stumbling her way to complete the assignment which was due the next day. Stacy looked out of the glass but she was not actually looking, it was as if her eyes were seeing the images but the mind was not processing them. For, her mind was consumed by the very thought of something special. A pretty someone, to be precise. She couldn’t help but smile as he crossed her mind over and over.

“. . . . . . . so is x = 20 or x = -10”, asked Jenny as she incorrigibly scribbled the assignment that Stacy had refused to let her copy but sat with her here in the coffee shop itself for any help.

“Hmm. . “, Stacy looked at Jenny confused with her eyes wide like saucer.

She was sure that she had just heard and understood Jenny saying something but instantly forgot what that was.As Jenny repeated the question, she came back to her senses and helped her through.

She looked at her coffee, which she was supposed to have drank ten minutes ago. The coffee stood there cold and all Stacy was left to think was how Zach had always asked her to drink coffee with him.

It amazed Stacy at how the thoughts of him always plagued her mind. It was like a chronic thing, it returned no sooner had it left and it would shake her up.

Human mind is an utter mess, she thought. By now, her mind had swirled through everything else and stopped on the way he looked as he rode his bike. Bikes. That were his favourite thing. She reminisced how he stooped forward as he raced.

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Thats what her heart did when she saw him on a bike. It raced and beat and palpitated.

He loved bikes.
And she loved that he loved bikes, even though she had never given bikes a second thought before she met him.
Now, she loved that he loved bikes.

Because.

Because, she loved to see the zeal in his eyes as he spoke about them. She loved how silent he could be until someone would bring up the topic of bikes. She loved how he could talk on and on about them.

More than anything else, she loved to see him smile.

“You should’ve drank your coffee, Stacy”, Jenny interrupted her chasm of thoughts monopolised by a certain someone.

” Yeah, I should have”, mumbled Stacy as she got up to get another coffee. There was still some time left for Jenny to complete her assignment.

As Stacy waited in the line, she wondered if it was a co-incidence that he always asked her to drink coffee with him. Would he have known that coffee was the absolute favourite thing in the world to her?

Only if he knew, she smiled.

Smiled. And as she smiled, she marvelled how any thought about him would instantly curve her lips upward.

“Excuse me, Madam”, the cashier frowned at her, “you’ve been standing here for a while. Would you like to order anything? ”

Stacy was embarrassed and baffled. She quietly placed the order and walked back with her coffee.

HIM.
Whenever she thought of him, she lost the track of time. In reality, she was surrounded by lot of people but she felt as if she was the only person in the room and he was the only person in her mind.

She sat back on her seat.

“Stop thinking about him now, will you? ” Jenny smirked at her.

” About who?” asked Stacy, trying to suppress her smile as flashes of him automatically played in her mind.

And.
A tinge of electricity jolted through her brain, right to her heart. And, her heart thumped faster. Blood gushed through her ventricles. Streamed through her arteries, up through the carotid and scattered in her cheeks making them rosy. And, thats how she blushed, at the mere thought of him.

And, Stacy was not someone who blushed easily.

“You know who I am talking about”, Jenny was serious now and Stacy knew why. Jenny was looking out for Stacy and she appreciated that.

Zach had left town and gone out to college. And Stacy. Stacy had one more year of schooling and God knew which college she’d be selected in.

Her heart sank. Stacy hadn’t realised the reality but now, he was gone. And Stacy didn’t even give him a chance. Heck, she didn’t even drink coffee with him.

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I know I sound so cheesy here 😛

Well, I wrote this story like an year ago and it was just lying around so I thought why not post it. I wouldn’t write the same way now. Also, I know this needs major editing but I wanted to keep it that way to remember how my writing used to be. I should’ve written up something but I didn’t and rather posted this. Because I’m too lazy to write some new stuff. Also, there’s a lot going on in life anyway. I need to learn how to manage to do everything despite all the ups and downs in life.
But how was it? Was it any good? 

 

 

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