Friday, March 30, 2012 3:29 pm

Dear Beckett,

I got coffee, mocha in fact.

Here's how it went down:

Me via text message: "So... I have your paper for you :)"
The guy with the shoes: "Perfect. :)"
Me: "I'm in the student center if you want to swing by and get it? Or I can owe you coffee xD"
The guy with the shoes: "Hey, I'm a fan of coffee. haha"

So I walk to creative writing today, coffee in hand, and I find Ashley (she's this really sweet girl from my class) sitting on the floor outside. We chitchat for a while before I hear shoes approaching in the distance. The guy with the shoes turns the corner... (I just realized that I wasn't looking at his shoes today... I don't know what shoes he was wearing!) And Ashley and I are both like, "Hey!"

(Blah blah normal conversation blah blah)

I had set my phone on top of the coffee and (as is my addiction to my cellular device) I went to check the time and was like, "Oh! This is yours." *me, handing him the coffee* (Too lazy to write grammatically today)

He takes it from me with a smile and a "Yes!" of enthusiasm. He moves to lean against the wall across from me as I search in my bag for his comments/paper and hand them to him. His eyebrows raise a little as he eyes the paper-clipped pile. "Thanks," he says, glancing over it. Looking back to me, he adds, "What do the different colors mean?"

I laugh a little, "Nothing. I just like colorful pens." *shrug*

Ashley: "You get a drink? What's up with that?"

I say nothing, only smile.

The guy with the shoes without missing a beat: "We're dating. She brought me coffee." (Personally? I would've went with the I lost a bet cover, but *shrug* what can you do?)

*cue me finding my backpack terribly important all of a sudden*

Ashley: "What? When? Why didn't you guys tell me?"

The guy with the shoes: "We just started, right now, when she handed me this coffee. You're the first person we told."

I laugh at him and smile at Ashley. She's laughing too and says, "Oh, I feel so honored."

The moment breaks. He moves from the wall to stand next to me with his coffee. Our other classmates show up and Dr. P turns up and class continues as per usual, only with me, hiding my blush.

Love ya lots,

Sarah

P.S. He called my writing beautiful again today. He said it read like it was a published book or short story. And that it reminded him of proses poetry. *blush* 

Wednesday, March 28, 2012 12:25 am

Dear Beckett,

I find it very entertaining that he was watching a YouTube video about polar bears in Biology. Don't worry, I won't give you away... Unless he's randomly reading my blog which would be horribly embarrassing... Oh dear, no, I don't even want to think about it.*blush*

Soooo, anywayyyyy, I texted him today because you see, I promised him extra comments on his story (mostly because I'm a lazy bum and didn't give him proper comments to begin with) and I still have yet to give them to him. It was Friday when I promised and as it is already Tuesday, I felt bad. You know how good I am at putting things off...

My text message went something like this, "So... Thursday. I will have comments to you by Thursday (I'm telling you this so that I get it done) If it's not done by then, I owe you coffee xD" To which he responded: "Bahahahaha Alright Sarah Thanks!" 

So... I should totally not get those comments done by Thursday so I have to take him to coffee, right? *cackle* But I wouldn't be brave enough to scheme like that anyway, even if I am supposed to be an evil overlord... (I should really work on this evil thing...)

Anyway, I'm happy to report that I have run into him some more on campus lately and he always says "Hey, Sarah!" (I think that's a good sign, right? I mean, at least he knows my name...) I'm always mostly flustered and I manage a Hey! back. I hope he hears the enthusiasm. But sometimes, well really only the other day, he'll ask me how I am (and I can't help it, Beckett!) The standard response of "good" always falls out of my lips. How boring is that? Not to mention I am not always good. That's just something people tell strangers. How am I supposed to be his friend if all I every say is "Hey!" and "Good" ? (<---- That's bothering me... Is that even grammatically correct? Where do the quotes go?? I'm such a horrible English major sometimes. Is it crisises or crises? Oh Hell.)

The guy with the shoes (that's what I've taken to calling him to Jess. Well that and it's perfect because every guy has shoes...) is totally an insomniac. Okay well maybe he's not... But I have some strong evidence that he at least procrastinates on his homework or something because he's always so tired! One day as I was getting to class too early, I found him sprawled out in the hallway attempting to sleep with his backpack as a pillow. Seriously. (Is it okay to worry about a guy who isn't technically quite your friend not getting enough sleep?)

And a different day he said something like, "Guys, I'm dying..." *cue collapsing on his desk in a dramatic fashion* And we were all, "Umm?" And he was like (Notice how much of a valley girl I turn into when I'm typing conversations? Like, Like, Like, duhhh. Ewww.) "I didn't get any sleep last night. I tried to to go to bed early, but I just couldn't sleep." (Or something like that, I can't record conversations in my head very well, okay? Okay.)

Anyway, I'm totally crushing and it's hopeless. I'm hopeless. Besides, he's just too freaking awesome for me. But I can admire him from afar, right? Unless I get that coffee...

Love you lots,

Sarah

P.S. Does he look sleepy in his other classes? Does he need that coffee? Because you know that changes things completely. If he needs it then I can't not do it, right? *wink*

P.P.S. You know, if life was a book, we'd totes fall in love. Just saying. *shrug*