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| | <insert witty title here> | | | | Sunday, May 4, 2008 (11:36 AM) | | Ah Science, you see, our class had an odd number of people in it. And, since I was almost the top of the class, (Neil was ahead by a few points, and he was stuck with one of the slower kids to 'tutor' him.)I was left with no partner. Which, really didn't bother me any to be frank.
Anyway, there was this girl, Abbey, squeamish as you could get. You let her see blood, smell a foreign chemical, taste cafeteria food, look at mold...ect... she would groan and run to the nearest trashcan to heave her guts out. Then go home. she just happened to be James's lab partner.
And, as fate would have it. It was a dissection day. Fun for the whole family. Abbey had already gone home from the smell of formaldehyde that permeated the whole floor. And consequently, James was put with me for the experiment.
Now, I know guys are supposed to be hard asses about their feelings, and he was doing a valiant job, but it was quite obvious that James was down in the dumps. You wouldn't think I would miss the random comments that fell out of his mouth almost constantly. But...I must admit, I am female and I found his uh,....well......Ifoundhisvoicesexy..there. I said it.
So, I had to make one of my smart ass comments
The scene went a little like this.:
"So, Mr. Sunshine, Who destroyed your parade floats? If I remember correctly, first period you were as giddy as a school girl."
He Looked up a me pushing his hair out of his eyes. giving me one of the looks I'd often given him, sort of a "go away, I don't want to talk to you" kind of thing.
"What do you care?"
"Well, there's something about those words that fall out of your mouth that make good background noise for these kinds of things."
He gave me a look dripping with "wtf"
"Uhm, I suppose, I'm trying to say... 'what's wrong, and...uhm, Is..is there anyth...anything I can do to..help?" my tongue stumbled over itself as it did all to often as the words escaped.
He continued to give me the look as I sighed lightly and got up to go and get our frog.
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| | Continuing on with the story o-o | | | Thursday, May 1, 2008 (7:11 PM)
(I'm feeling relaxed) | | Author's Note: I have never been in a relationship, and don't plan on being in one for a while. So, basically, the only thing I know about relationships and love is what I hear from others and read in books. If this is unrealistic, I'd be glad if some of you people out there would correct me on de ways of lurve o3o
I assume by now that all of you with an ounce of deductive reasoning have come to the conclusion that James and I had, or are having a relationship together. Well, ding ding, we have a winner. Yeah, we did, he's gone now.
I don't suppose I should be sad about it, and I don't want your pity. However, It feels so empty now. It was once said that you never knew you were missing something untill you felt what it was like with that part.
I suppose now, that I had felt this way all the time untill I got to know James, A dull hollow ache in my chest at the thought of love.
Well, anyway. You don't want to hear about that crap.
The whole thing started about two months ago.
James had been 'dating' Amber for a grand total of three weeks and falling for her fast. At least, that's what I had heard, you see. I'm not exactly "in the loop" but it was said that James was growing to fond, to fast and that Amber was going to dump him on their "one month anniversary".
Personally, I found the whole thing rather droll and pointless.
Oh, and Amber? Going back to my outlook on high school. For every girl like me, there is a boy like James. and for every "James" there is an "Amber" Drama queen and talk of the school. Not only is she a cheerleader but she comes from "the bad part of town" and will kick your sorry little ass if you even make so much as a miniscule downsizing of her over inflated ego. The girl that has all those little clones buzzing around constantly putting others down for her, and doing her school work for her.
Anyway, that's Amber, and she was growing tired of James's affection and wanted a boy that would cut the shit and fuck her. (I said it, so what?)
So, just as predicted, the 'one month' rolled around, and Amber dumped James like a sack of unwanted kittens into a river. It almost makes you feel sorry for him, he had gotten her flowers and a teddy-bear with a little heart sloppily stitched into the front, it was quite obvious that he had put it there himself. Anyway. I heard rumors that she had taken the flowers smelled the and stopped on them before telling him it was over. Although, others say she just tossed them into the trash. Either way, his heart was broken before sixth period.
Then, fate, and science class came tumbling into our lap. | | | | 58 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | I'm not interesting, that's why I make worlds that are. | | | Thursday, May 1, 2008 (1:50 PM)
(I'm feeling okay) | | May 1, 2008:
Greetings You Don't really need this part to understand the story, so if you wish you can skip down to the un-italicised part.
Alright, now. As some of you may or may not know, I hate people. Always have, always will, that's just the way I am. My friends took it to themselves to start making me an "Imaginary boyfriend"
I suppose they meant well.
Anywhore. We were doing our bastardized testing this week so I decided to start sketching and writing about this figment. To sort of...I don't know ._. Make him more real perhaps? I don't know....Anyway, the following is the story I concocted for the two of us :3
Well, part of it...there's more to come...just...in a little while...When I think of it >>
Enjoy.
James Ivory? What about him? Do you want me to prattle on about how "cute" he looks, or how about his "Great smile". Or, hah, what about his "wonderful personality". Yeah. Sure. You're asking the wrong girl Lovely. James has never even given me a second glance. Hmm what's that?
Sure.
Look.
I see it like this, for every girl like me, you know, the one you always teased because she was fat and smart. The one that always got the questions right in school but had no clue what you were talking about when you talked about music or movies, nor you when she talked about books or Music. The one that had zero self confidence and stayed quiet most of the time. Socially awkward and clumsy in every way. I'm sure you've had one. For every one of us, there is a "James Ivory" The 'cute' boy who likes everything you like, and if he doesnt he at least has heard of it and has a good reason not to like it. The guy that's friends with everybody and will pick up a conversation when ever possible. He's Smart, creative, musical, brilliant eyes, and acts really mature. You know. The one that seems half god? (and we're talking Greek god here, with looks like Adonis, without the narcissism.) I would never think that in a million years we would meet at just the right time, under the right conditions to spark a relationship....or any kind of conversation at all.
But Oh God, Was I wrong. | | | | 62 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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