I got home and i went into my room i sat on my bed while i charged my phone i quickly curled up in my bed as i scrolled through tiktok and i kept seeing love at first sight quote it was almost as if tiktok knew what happened to me i just quickly saved the most relatable one and posted it on my story.
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Not during the car ride home, when the breeze blew in through the cracked window like a lullaby.
Not while sorting through shopping bags, pretending to care about new tops and faded jeans.
Not even as I sat in front of my desk, trying to write, only to find myself doodling hearts instead of words.
He haunted my mind—in the softest, sweetest way. I'd stir my rice at dinner, not to eat it, but to draw invisible spirals with my spoon, like tracing the shape of his smile. My family didn't notice. Or maybe they did, but they were too busy to ask.
That night, after brushing my teeth and slipping under the covers, I turned off my lamp, stared into the dim ceiling, and whispered into the darkness like it was listening.
"God… I really like that guy."
My voice was barely audible, more breath than words. A confession sent into the void, unsure if it would echo or vanish. But almost immediately, I felt something stir—not in the room, but inside me. Like my own thoughts had been sprinkled with holy glitter.
"What do you like about him?"
I giggled, pulling the duvet over my face like I was hiding from the divine spotlight. It felt like I was talking to my best friend.
And I guess, at that moment, I was.
"I don't know," I whispered. "He was just… different. The way he looked at me? Like he already knew something about me. And that smile God, did You see it? Please tell me you saw that smile. He didn't even say a word, and I already knew… he's the kind of person who leaves a mark."
"Don't worry," I heard Him say, so softly it could've been my own soul answering back. "If it's meant to be, it will be."
And just like that, those words settled over me like a blanket warmer than the one I was wrapped in. If it's meant to be, it will be. I held onto those words like a bookmark for my heart.
Days passed.
My brother, Brian, came home from school, dragging his duffel bag like he was returning from battle. As usual, he brought chaos with him—college gist, snacks from the hostel, complaints about lecturers, and endless voice notes from his friends.
The house came alive again, buzzing with his energy, and I drifted in and out of his stories, pretending to listen while still secretly replaying the most perfect collision of my life—aisles, smiles, and all.
Brian was every bit the typical older brother—slightly annoying, permanently hungry, and loud enough to drown out a power outage. So when he said, "One of my friend is coming over later," I didn't flinch.
"Please," I said without looking up from my phone, "make sure your friend stays in the parlor. I'm not in the mood for noise."
"Relax," he replied, already in the kitchen. "He's cool. You won't even notice him."
Yeah right.
His friends were usually one of two types: either way too talkative or eerily silent. Never fine. Never interesting. Never anything to write about—let alone whisper to God about. So, I expected nothing from this mystery guest.
The day came.
I was in my room, curled up in bed, watching The Originals on my laptop like the supernatural fangirl I proudly was and taking notes. A bottle of water sat beside me. Life was calm. Predictable. Normal.
Until I ran out of water.
I sighed dramatically, paused the show, and dragged myself toward the kitchen like a queen forced to fetch her own grapes. Brian im coming downstairs tell your friend to stay clear.i said without a care in the world
And that's when it happened.
I stepped into the parlor… and froze.
Someone was sitting on the couch.
Tall. Fair-skinned. Legs crossed. Scrolling through something on his phone with one hand, completely relaxed, like he owned time. There was a tilt to his posture—something familiar. Something undeniable. My breath caught. My heart stuttered.
Brain is not here he said softly
It couldn't be.
No way.
It couldn't be him.
But my vision was blurry. I wasn't wearing my glasses.
And I wasn't about to stand there, squinting like a confused Bat.
So, I bolted.
Back into my room like lightning. Slammed the door behind me. My heart thudded so loud I could feel it in my ears.
"Okay, okay, okay," I whispered, pacing. "No big deal. It's probably not him. It's just the lighting. Or the angle. Or oh, who am I kidding?"
I grabbed my glasses, shoved them on, and took a deep breath.
Then I stepped out slower this time. More controlled. More… strategic.
And then I saw him clearly.
It was him.
The boy from the mall.
The designer top. The SEXY eyes. That smile.
Here. On our couch. In my house.
Like the universe had just delivered my daydream, signed and stamped by God.
He looked up.
His eyes lit up the second they locked with mine.
"I know you," he said, his brows lifting with pleasant surprise. "Aren't you… Brian's sister?"
I nodded, unable to form a cooler answer. "Yeah. That's me."
His smile widened into something dangerously charming. "Whoa. I've been hearing about you for days. But I didn't know you were you."
I laughed, biting my lower lip. "And I saw you the other day. At the mall right?."
He stood, extending a hand with casual confidence. "I'm Zane."
Of course his name would be Zane. He is a fine shyt [boy]. Unforgettable.
We shook hands, his palm warm and firm and I felt it again. That little internal click. That soft hum in my chest like someone had turned up the volume on my heart.
"I'm sorry if I was weird back there," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess it was an obsession at first sight."
My brain short-circuited. Don't worry it happens
I sat down beside him without even thinking. "It wasn't weird. It was… honestly? It was kind of the best part of my month."
Until…
Wait, you get obsessed with people often?
He grinned. "Really?" raising and eyebrow
I nodded. "huh."
Did he just say what i think he did i said in my head as i snapped out of my imagination
what did you say?
i said it was ok if you were obsessed with me what did you think i said oh i just thought you..you know i just thought you were referring to me like you were obsessed with me
You wish he said as he burst into laughter,but I wasn't smiling he looked up immediately oh im sorry it was a joke
oh i replied with relief
Pheww! I said in my head
i was just joking it was a very funny first meeting and honestly you made me laugh that day he said as his eyes sparkled
And just like that, we were talking. About the mall. About music. About how weirdly small the world could be. We laughed about nothing. We lingered in each other's silences without needing to fill them.
It felt like a friendship that had already begun, and we were just catching up.
Until—
Kendrah!!
"Isn't it you who said no one should come near you?" Brian's voice rang out like an interruption from the heavens.
I looked up, startled.
He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like a cat who'd just caught a mouse blushing.
"Weren't you just telling me to keep my friends far away from you?"
"I just came out to get water," I said defensively, standing too quickly. "And then I saw your fine friend. So… I said hi."
Zane chuckled quietly, but Brian wasn't done.
"Say hi and go back inside, nah," he teased, clearly enjoying the moment.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, okay. Let me go text my own friend. You can have him, he's all yours."
Zane gave me a subtle wave, eyes twinkling. I shot him a quick grin and disappeared down the hallway like Cinderella leaving the ball.
Once inside my room, I leaned against the door and let out the loudest exhale.
What just happened?
Zane.
The boy I'd seen.
The boy I'd prayed about.
The boy saturday mall boy was at my house