I fell in love with this photo because it seems to capture the agony of first attraction in teens. Both teens look happy. But are the smiles happy or strained? Maybe nervous. Today’s prompt is to write an awkward romantic scene from the viewpoint of one of the teens in the photo. Here’s mine, written from the viewpoint of the boy.
Why is Ava walking so close to me? She must like me. Or the street is too narrow.
Mrs. Hall leads the class into the old house that’s now a museum. Two by two, kids squeeze through the skinny doorway.
I match steps with Ava.
The whole class contracts, getting ready to go inside.
It’s our turn.
Ava brushes her hand against mine and then her shoulder. She looks at me, smiling and pushing up her glasses.
Is that a happy smile? An apologetic one? A polite one to cover up how gross she feels because she’s rubbed shoulders with me?
I glance at her and away as Mrs. Hall starts to tell us why we’re all crammed into this dim entry hall.
Maybe Ava will think I think it’s gross to have touched her because I looked away so fast.
I turn, bumping into her, and our gazes lock.
