Milo (Mcheesy)

Milo was a distant soul. We first met a late December. My Christmas spirit was waring off and I had the distinct impression that he was hitting on me. I ignored it really because, well because everything smelled like flowers and reading in the rain never goes out of fashion. The second time we met it was pretty casual. No hard hellos, no rough goodbyes. Just me and my book, just him and the rain. It took me seven more books and the longest rainfall ever to look at Milo. The first time my eyes saw him with sheepish detail, I noticed how he closed his hands ever so often. More so when he was trying to make a point. I couldn't focus on what he was saying... I just followed his birthmarks up and down his skin and they looped away to my thoughts. What was he saying? I guessed he sort of noticed I was checking him out and he grinned a grin that was automatically branded in my head. Oh Milo! He then told me clearly, while I was staring at his left ear lobe, that he was dating someone. My eyes began to melt as my heating body could now only focus on his bright red t-shirt. I could have sworn he just read all of this from my eyes. I felt more heat coming as my head grew hotter and hotter. And as I was ready to leave the room and faint somewhere else... Milo told me he was lying. It was a test, or a really bad prank. A wake up call to take away my book and sweep me of my feet.