Finding
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Re: Finding
Awesome, I love the latest chapter! Do I smell romance?
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Re: Finding
I agree with Cat!! Such a beautiful smell . . .
Awesome job. I really love how you described Peter . . . it just seemed so poetic to me. xD Maybe because the MC's a writer?
Awesome job. I really love how you described Peter . . . it just seemed so poetic to me. xD Maybe because the MC's a writer?
Re: Finding
Yeah, maybe a bit I just couldn't stand to write another depressing chapter xD And thanks! :3 But I don't think the MC has anything to do with what I write xP
Re: Finding
Woot! Another chapter already! xD
Chapter 6-An Un-finished List:
The whole next week, I walked around
as if in a dream. Nothing seemed real, tangible, except the memory of
Peter's smile, that wide, lazy grin he has. Everything seemed
fragile, as if I would wake up any minute, and it would all be a
dream, just a distant illusion. But bouncing back into that musty,
windowless room, and seeing Peter sitting right where he had last
week, convinced me it was all concretely real.
I slid into the seat by his again.
“Why, hello! Fancy meeting you here.”, I said in mock surprise.
He grinned, and my heart forgot how
to beat. “Yeah, I'm here. Where else would I be?”, he said
teasingly.
“Elsewhere, probably. Hopefully.”
“Yeah... Hopefully...”,and Peter
grew quiet. Nobody else in the room spoke, and the silence hung over
our heads. It seemed tangible and sharp, the type of silence that
gets too noisy after a while. I knew I had hit a button of some sort,
and I hurriedly tried to smooth it over.
“You OK?”, I asked, and broke
the silence.
“Are you?”, Peter shot back too
quickly.
“Do you always turn the subject
away from yourself?”
“Do you always answer a question
with a question?”, he smirked now, like he had successfully
deflected the question.
“Are you going to answer my first
question?”, I didn't like how he wouldn't answer.
“I see that you do”, he
chuckled, still not answering. Then his head whipped around as Mrs.
Sonata entered the room.
Another hour of listening to our
instructor spewing mundane, useless words ensued. Somewhere in the
middle of that hour, Peter's hand surreptitiously found mine under
the table. The rest of the hour flew by, with our fingers intertwined
and the warmth of his smile on my cheek. With my other hand I
pretended to take notes, but I was too distracted to do anything
except doodle.
Leaving class that week, I pressed
a tiny scrap of paper into Peter's warm hand. That scrap of paper
contained my telephone number. Looking back, that was the first and
last time I had ever given a guy my phone number, excluding family
members. I guess I never felt secure enough with somebody to give
out, in my opinion, a piece of such personal information. I'm not the
type to trust people, but Peter just felt safe, somebody that I could
trust, and I was all too eager to believe that.
When I got home I tried to make a
list. A list of all the reasons why I shouldn't be thinking about
Peter, why I shouldn't have held his hand, why I shouldn't have given
him my number. But my paper remained blank. Finally, just to fill it
up, I wrote “I just met him” at the top. That didn't seem like
enough so I wrote, in huge letters, “The shadow behind his eyes”.
But that didn't make sense. So I sat there at the counter, folding
the paper until it wouldn't fold anymore. Then I didn't do anything,
just turning the paper over and over in my hands, thinking of Peter's
hand in mine. Convincing myself that I was rising merely to get some
juice, I lightly tossed the tight wad of paper into the trash.
Chapter 6-An Un-finished List:
The whole next week, I walked around
as if in a dream. Nothing seemed real, tangible, except the memory of
Peter's smile, that wide, lazy grin he has. Everything seemed
fragile, as if I would wake up any minute, and it would all be a
dream, just a distant illusion. But bouncing back into that musty,
windowless room, and seeing Peter sitting right where he had last
week, convinced me it was all concretely real.
I slid into the seat by his again.
“Why, hello! Fancy meeting you here.”, I said in mock surprise.
He grinned, and my heart forgot how
to beat. “Yeah, I'm here. Where else would I be?”, he said
teasingly.
“Elsewhere, probably. Hopefully.”
“Yeah... Hopefully...”,and Peter
grew quiet. Nobody else in the room spoke, and the silence hung over
our heads. It seemed tangible and sharp, the type of silence that
gets too noisy after a while. I knew I had hit a button of some sort,
and I hurriedly tried to smooth it over.
“You OK?”, I asked, and broke
the silence.
“Are you?”, Peter shot back too
quickly.
“Do you always turn the subject
away from yourself?”
“Do you always answer a question
with a question?”, he smirked now, like he had successfully
deflected the question.
“Are you going to answer my first
question?”, I didn't like how he wouldn't answer.
“I see that you do”, he
chuckled, still not answering. Then his head whipped around as Mrs.
Sonata entered the room.
Another hour of listening to our
instructor spewing mundane, useless words ensued. Somewhere in the
middle of that hour, Peter's hand surreptitiously found mine under
the table. The rest of the hour flew by, with our fingers intertwined
and the warmth of his smile on my cheek. With my other hand I
pretended to take notes, but I was too distracted to do anything
except doodle.
Leaving class that week, I pressed
a tiny scrap of paper into Peter's warm hand. That scrap of paper
contained my telephone number. Looking back, that was the first and
last time I had ever given a guy my phone number, excluding family
members. I guess I never felt secure enough with somebody to give
out, in my opinion, a piece of such personal information. I'm not the
type to trust people, but Peter just felt safe, somebody that I could
trust, and I was all too eager to believe that.
When I got home I tried to make a
list. A list of all the reasons why I shouldn't be thinking about
Peter, why I shouldn't have held his hand, why I shouldn't have given
him my number. But my paper remained blank. Finally, just to fill it
up, I wrote “I just met him” at the top. That didn't seem like
enough so I wrote, in huge letters, “The shadow behind his eyes”.
But that didn't make sense. So I sat there at the counter, folding
the paper until it wouldn't fold anymore. Then I didn't do anything,
just turning the paper over and over in my hands, thinking of Peter's
hand in mine. Convincing myself that I was rising merely to get some
juice, I lightly tossed the tight wad of paper into the trash.
Re: Finding
Nooooo, like Peter like HIM!!! You must I shall make you make her like Peter with my mind powers o.O!
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Re: Finding
P.S great new chapter xD!
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