The first day of college

Liam's POV

College was supposed to be about textbooks and tests, but sometimes, life writes a different syllabus.

The autumn sun dripped gold onto the bustling campus as I took my first tentative steps into college life. Excitement warred with a pang of nostalgia for the familiar halls of high school. I was just beginning to soak in the new atmosphere when bam—textbooks scattered across the pavement like fallen leaves.

"Oh, geez, I am so sorry!"

A tall figure materialized, his hair adorably disheveled, his eyes hazel pools reflecting his own surprise. For a heartbeat, the chaos of the campus dissolved. It was just us, suspended in a bubble of awkwardness and something…else.

"No worries, It was my fault too, clumsy me" I replied, trying to hide the shock surge through my body.

We scrambled for the scattered books, our fingers brushing. A jolt, like static electricity, made my heart leap. His laughter, a bright, unexpected chime, cut through the noise of the crowd. We fell into easy conversation, sharing jokes and quick stories as if we were old friends, and the knot of anxiety in my stomach began to loosen.

The day unfolded with a series of unexpected encounters. We seemed to gravitate toward each other, finding ourselves in the same lecture halls, our banter playful and easy. Each shared glance revealed another layer, another shared dream or vulnerability. When he spoke of his art, a passion ignited in his eyes, it was impossible not to be drawn in.

As the day ended and we said our goodbyes, a thrill shot through me. Possibility hung in the air, a promise of something exciting and unknown. What would happen now that our paths had collided?