Love Comes When You Least Expect It

"It's 7:59 babe, i know you don't want to ruin that perfect attendance record in advisory!" my friend shouted halfway down the hallway. "Oh, be quiet. I was late that once in sixth grade," I yelled back. As I rushed into the building and to my locker, I have a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. For me, advisory is just as important as all my other classes, so I figure I should be there on time too. As I run down the hallway, binder in hand, I see him. Suddenly, time stops altogether, and my being late doesn't seem so important anymore. He is the only one who can see through to my heart and soul. With a comforting, "hey," and a hug, I know it really doesn't matter at all. For some reason I ask him what time it was. His answer, "7:50," comes 7:59 babe, now I know you doas a big relief, such a relief, that I sighed out loud. "I should've known her watch was fast," I muttered to myself. As I take a deep breath, I realize that I have ten minutes to enjoy the bliss of a relationship. For the next ten minutes, we sit there in silence, but not one of those awkward silences you experience while being driven home by somebody's dad after a sleepover, but a fulfilling silence, something you just want to bask in for hours. We just sat there gazing into one another's eyes, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Could this be love???