The guy with the shoes complimented (?) my shoes the other day... Well that is he said something along the lines of, "Your shoes are like a forest on your feet."
I said, "Thanks? I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."
And he said, "I'm not sure either." His eyes were full of laughter.
Ashley tried to make me feel better (though honestly? I thought his comment was pretty funny. It was what I thought of these shoes when I first got them.), "They're not a forest! They're flowers. They'd be more like a... like a..." She searched for the right word.
Guy with the shoes: "I think you're making this worse."
Ashley: "Shut up! I'm trying to be nice!" *a pause* "They... They look like a bouquet of flowers. That's the word! A bouquet!"
"Thanks," I said, smiling as our conversation dissolved into laughter.
And! And he had the coolest socks on today, navy blue with horizontal red stripes paired with his black dress shoes.
Honestly. I love socks.
I'm so in crush with him. It's a bit ridiculous. The guy with the shoes and the girl with the socks, sounds like a good love story, right?
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Also, I maybe, sort of, kind of, accidentally, creep-ed on the guy with the shoes yesterday while I was writing with Sarahnade. He got a frappuccino at the starbucks in the student center. I can only assume that it was mocha... Though I cannot confirm this...
And? He does have a similar backpack to mine though his is much bigger and more tan, but whatever, okay? I didn't bring it up. He did. So yeah...
And he keeps wearing his black jacket that makes it seem as though he's trying to play the bad boy type... which is kinda amusing... Unless of course he secretly IS the bad boy... Which doesn't actually make it any easier to not like him...
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Oh. My. God.
I sat next to him today and I asked him, "Hey, did you get any work done on your play?" (Well really I asked the whole class, but mostly him...)
And he was all, "No, but I wrote a song last night. Which never happens. I never write songs that fast. It takes me forever."
AND THEN, then he pulled out his little red notebook, the one he keeps in his pocket at all times. He said, "Here, I'll show you."
And he handed it to me. And I felt like... like I was holding on to a piece of his soul for a moment. You know?
He handed me a piece of his soul and sure I had to return it, but for one moment in time, I felt like I was Ian in the Host when he was holding onto Wanda... Is this making any sense?
And he probably didn't mean it to be anything other than him showing me his work, but I can't help but think that that's like me, opening up all my word documents and let someone browse them or like me opening my journal and letting someone rifle through the pages.
And I can't get over it. Not yet. I held that book in my hands.
And that's big, you know?
I hope things are going well for you, Beckett. And I hope you sat by the good smelling guy in Bio today. It always makes me laugh when you mention him.
Love ya lots,
Sarah
P.S. You're awesome. :)
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