The Watcher

Okay...so today in creative writing our teacher brought in a bunch of old pictures of his friends. We each got a picture and had to pick a person from the photo and write about their thoughts/feelings/actions at the moment the pic was taken. Needless to say, I got a picture of college students partying with lots of alcohol. Aha. Not really my style. Then we got about five minutes to just write and see where the picture took us. I chose a boy in the dark, blurry background of the picture. Mostly because he wasn't the focus of the photo. He wasn't even looking at the camera. He was staring at the girl in the center of the picture with a slight, longing smile on his face. Here's what I wrote:

I've never wanted something the way I want this. As I sit here, surrounded by friends, the only thought that possesses my mind is my desire. Now this may seem ridiculous - I mean I've consumed more alcohol than I've ever had in one sitting before and I'm at the biggest party of the year. But nevertheless my mind stays stagnant on one single thought: Tara.
For years I've been her friend, or rather an acquaintance.We've been in the same class since the sixth grade. Now we are in college, and yes, I followed her halfway across the country to attend Berkeley with her. All my studying and nerdiness over the years did pay off. And now here I am, actually at a party with this woman who in my eyes is a goddess. Now I can't quite tell you why it is that I want her so bad. It's not that I love her or anything. No. There is something different that draws me to her and for years I've been trying to figure out what. Perhaps I'll never know unless I get the chance to hold her and be with her. But that's not really a possibility. I doubt she even knows that I am here. She's only focused on Benji, the cocky idiot in our algebra class. Her eyes rarely leave his and they spend most of the night making out. So for now I sit and think about what it would be like to be him.

Not the greatest piece. But it's what came out during my five minute limit with an unfortunate choice of picture. :)