Six
I make up these scenarios in my head; it's why Maggie says I'm a stereotypical film major. I plan out these romantic situations that if they ever occurred in real life, I would instantaneously fall in love with whomever I was with. I'm not shy to share them:
I.
It's winter time, a Sunday, and we're in front of my apartment building. It's cold out, I can see each nervous breath I make. It's our second date, we didn't kiss on the first one. It's been snowing for a few hours, about 3 inches on the ground. It's flurrying and calming down, and you mention how beautiful it looks shining through the streetlight. I agree, blush, and look down. I say, "I had a really nice time again". You did too. I'm wearing my white snowboots, my favorite blue jeans, a blue sweater, my grey hoodie and my denim jacket over it. My headphones are around my neck, because I always love to have music playing. "Brand New Colony" just came on; we make small talk. "I'll be your winter coat / buttons zipped straight to the throat / with the collar up / so you don't catch cold." You lean in and kiss me during the last few words. It's not a long kiss, but we both breath out afterward and the cold air pushing out from our lungs makes a tiny cloud. I smile and say good night, you walk away back to the T. You call me when you get home; all I say is, "I'll see you next Friday".
II.
It's February, the week before Valentine's day. We've been dating for 2 weeks, but due to my prudishness and idea that, "it's better if we wait", we haven't really made out lying down on my bed yet. We're listening to music and reading books in my room. We like to study together because we calm each other down. We're both incredibly nerdy; it's really obvious. It's good that we can put up the illusion that we're not. We Have The Facts & We're Voting Yes is playing on Track 4. I say that, "I've always wanted to make out to the next song". You don't look like you even acknowledge it. "405" begins to play and you put your book down and throw me onto the bed. We make out, not roughly, but soft and nice. That's what we both prefer. We're both shy when it comes down to what we really want. The guitar intensifies and we don't even hear the lyrics, just the music. The song ends, the alarm clock ending, and it's like waking from a wonderful dream. You smile and say, "Get what you wanted?". I just blush and look down at the floor. You spend the night in my bed; I make pancakes in the morning.
I.
It's winter time, a Sunday, and we're in front of my apartment building. It's cold out, I can see each nervous breath I make. It's our second date, we didn't kiss on the first one. It's been snowing for a few hours, about 3 inches on the ground. It's flurrying and calming down, and you mention how beautiful it looks shining through the streetlight. I agree, blush, and look down. I say, "I had a really nice time again". You did too. I'm wearing my white snowboots, my favorite blue jeans, a blue sweater, my grey hoodie and my denim jacket over it. My headphones are around my neck, because I always love to have music playing. "Brand New Colony" just came on; we make small talk. "I'll be your winter coat / buttons zipped straight to the throat / with the collar up / so you don't catch cold." You lean in and kiss me during the last few words. It's not a long kiss, but we both breath out afterward and the cold air pushing out from our lungs makes a tiny cloud. I smile and say good night, you walk away back to the T. You call me when you get home; all I say is, "I'll see you next Friday".
II.
It's February, the week before Valentine's day. We've been dating for 2 weeks, but due to my prudishness and idea that, "it's better if we wait", we haven't really made out lying down on my bed yet. We're listening to music and reading books in my room. We like to study together because we calm each other down. We're both incredibly nerdy; it's really obvious. It's good that we can put up the illusion that we're not. We Have The Facts & We're Voting Yes is playing on Track 4. I say that, "I've always wanted to make out to the next song". You don't look like you even acknowledge it. "405" begins to play and you put your book down and throw me onto the bed. We make out, not roughly, but soft and nice. That's what we both prefer. We're both shy when it comes down to what we really want. The guitar intensifies and we don't even hear the lyrics, just the music. The song ends, the alarm clock ending, and it's like waking from a wonderful dream. You smile and say, "Get what you wanted?". I just blush and look down at the floor. You spend the night in my bed; I make pancakes in the morning.