4.16.2014

super perfundo on the early eve of your day.

eighty minutes. standing outside, shooting the breeze after school.

i got his number so i could talk to him during class. you owe me a hug because i didn't get one yesterday. and one for today, i said. he simply replied, eh. i assumed that meant i wasn't getting my hug. i wasn't going to bring it up. then i saw him walking to his car (as people do when they're leaving places). so i meow-ed behind him. woof-ed. he turned a corner, leaned against the wall. waited for me.

hey. were you going to jump out and scare me? 

nope. don't i owe you two hugs?

i guess so. but i mean... one should be enough.

well, let's see. so he pulled me in for a hug, arms completely circling me. was one good enough? i stood staring, heart racing, serious as hell, before grinning and stealing my second hug. then he began circling me as he paced. then we simply leaned against the wall, soaking in sunlight. talking, talking, talking. smiling. laughing. he told me things about himself. (i'm actually a really shitty swimmer, he laughed.) i told him thingss about myself. (i love camping. i'm all over it, i grinned.) we discussed anatomy. (the heart is located here, i told him, pressing my palm against his chest.) we talked about temperature. (you look pretty hot right now, he commented, referring to the fact that i was wearing all black and a fuzzy hat while standing in the sun. thank you, was my obvious response.) we talked about his backpack. (it's eight years old.) we talked about his hair. (there's a trick to fixing it, so it doesn't fall in my eyes, he told me, as i ran my fingers through it repeatedly.) we talked about people who don't ask how you're doing after you ask them. (it's like, hey. how are you? you're doing good? great. so don't ask how i'm doing, you dick.) we talked about drinks. (i love apple juice, he said as he smiled.) we talked about his facial expressions. (sometimes i only communicate with my mother using my face. so she'll talk about something and then i'll raise my eyebrows, then she'll explain whatever it is. meanwhile, i have no fucking clue what she's talking about.) he told me little inside jokes that i could pick up on during any conversation involving him. i told him about people i couldn't stand to be around. he told me about the few people he could stand to be around. (did you see my friend? he kinda looks like cristiano ronaldo. he's pretty cool.) we used silly phrases. (that's the way the cookie crumbles. and the mop flops. and the tootsie rolls.)

turns out we have a lot to talk about. we stood there so long that my mother, who drove to my college to pick me up, left because i took too long. i honestly didn't even notice. finally, i really had to go do things. and he had to go because he was hungry and thirsty. in spite of the fact that i was enjoying staring into his eyes and hearing him tell me i smelled good, i know better than to ruin a good moment with excess.

what are you doing tomorrow?

nothing really. what about you?

well, actually, i'm going to be busy for most of the day.

oh.

but what are you doing tomorrow evening?

nothing planned at the moment.

cool. maybe we can do something then. just let me know.

yeah. maybe you can help me with my paper. 

maybe not. what's in it for me?

we can eat celery sticks. and carrots. no milk.

cool. then we hugged. he tightened his grip for a few seconds before letting go and walking (at the same speed he always walks) to his car. maybe we won't hang out tomorrow evening. and that's okay. maybe we will. that's better. either way, i'll probably still be really confused about why he thinks i'm worth any of his time.

but hey, i'm not complaining.

honestly.

4 comments:

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ│͍͢⃝Ṣαᵯ ȽuРіῄ│❀✿ ⱴ⁄ said...

"then he began circling me as he paced. then we simply leaned against the wall, soaking in sunlight. talking, talking, talking. smiling."
this sounds oddly like a fanfic.
ofc you're worth his time *raises a fist towards missinsanity*
le sigh.
you're cute.

-Sam Lupin

Bella said...

N'awwww, this is so adorably cute! Out of all your potential suitors, I definitely like Puck the best (for now, anyway).
"that's the way the cookie crumbles. and the mop flops. and the tootsie rolls." I'M DYING! Silly and strange phrases are one of my obsessions.
Celery sticks and carrots? He's a keeper.
I was gonna say it sounds like a fairytale, but Sam's probably more correct with fan fiction.
You are totally worth his time, you are worth that and so much more <3
Love you sweets. Take care of you xx

Ashley Nichole said...

I would have to agree, adorably cute!!!!

<3 <3 <3

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ│͍͢⃝Ṣαᵯ ȽuРіῄ│❀✿ ⱴ⁄ said...

*blushes* someone likes my poems.
"i think any workout that makes you virtually unable to walk is perfect. (every once in a while.)" i think after some time, your body adjusts so considering you're doing the same workout all the time...hmm. something. i was able to endure a lot more on my elliptical without getting the least bit tired (i guess that circuit training beat the shit out of me so much that nothing could compare and staying on my elliptical becomes easy.) nice bargain.
ahahaha. bagels are just...stodgy bread to me. BUT but Oreo's and i...well, if you crush Oreo's in ice-cream or in dessert = irresistible. but if i have a pack of Oreo's in front of me, i wouldn't eat them unless i was really starved because they taste horrible in my opinion.
"damn girl, are you trying to make me hungry? *sigh*" ....maybe.
"i hope you're not still in pain from the circuit training, though. don't cripple yourself. take care, love xx" YES. I AM NOT IN PAIN ANYMORE. i can move without feeling like my appendix is going to burst.

-Sam Lupin

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