She was onstage, singing her heart out about lost love.
I was in the front row, knowing I had found my first love.
She had short curly brown hair that curled at the ends, just past her chin. Her skin was a fair peach color, spalttered with bits of freckles. Her rosy, pink lips were curled up in a shy smile. And when her hazel eyes, flecked with green and gold, locked with mine:
I squeaked. A fifteen year old linebacker on the football team, otherwise known as me, squeaked when a girl I barely knew locked eyes with me.
I was smitten. Absolutely smitten.
And I wasn't letting go..
I learnt her name was Izzi from my friend, Matt. He looked at me strange, even after the show.
"Dude, you have the hots for Izzi?"
"Are you getting hard for her?"
I told him to fuck off.
But I immediately shut up.
Because there she was, standing in a pair of blue jeans and a pastel pink sweatshirt, giggling at me. A knapsack was slung on her shoulder.
She was petite, short, and a little bit..I don't know, chunky?
"Hi," She waved me over.
"Hey," I stuck my hands in my pockets and made my way over as smoothly as I could.
"Sorry about my friend," I said sheepishly, pulling at the strings of my own sweatshirt. It was ratty and grey.
"It's fine,I know how that is." Izzi gave Matt a sideways glance. "I have three older brothers."
We struck up conversation right away. We sat at a bench until her mom came to pick her up.
We exchanged numbers.
Our relationship evolved, until we had a legitimate ship name; Antizzi
Then I got a call from her mom.
Izzi was in the hospital.
She was in an accident. She was badly injured.
I almost had a panic attack on the way to the hospital, my dad had to calm me down.
The doctors wouldn't let me in her room until she was cleared for visitors.
I legitimately cried.
Until I heard her voice, and she opened her bruised arms for a hug.
I buried my face in her chest and sobbed.
"I was worried you were gonna die.." I remembered saying.
She just laughed, and said;
"I'm never gonna leave you, Anthony."