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i am going to generate some sort of story about a certain boy i know. so here goes:
so i went to this halloween party, and a very rude boy was "trying to get in my panties" by dropping all the classic lines. "you're so beautiful, you should come stay with me in detroit." (me looking to my right a bit to see handsome boy inblack. return to icky boy)".. .i went to school with the white stripes. i'll fly you out. what are you doing after this? you know jeremy, and now you know me- we should spend some time together".....yadda yadda yadda....
(in steps THE boy in black) "uhh....shauna, let's go find jackie".
(exit to the left)
wanting to throw my arms around this boy. remaining reserved and composed. make small talk. find that boy is also from nebraska. very well mannered. thanking him. wanting to be closer. still, remain composed.
talk for a while. go our seperate ways. walk upstairs of the congress theatre. try to open susie's door. it is locked. feeling abandoned and lonely. sit on the stairs. chin in hand. look out of the corner of my eye. once again see boy in black.
he casually and much too slowly walks towards me. we chat some more. i want so much for him to sit next to me. to say "let's go hide from all this hectic junk". but i can't read him at all.
then the fashion show starts. i am designated responsibilities i didnt expect. rude comments from strangers mouths "is she going to mess up". i become flustured, so much wanting to throw up my hands and say "go fuck yourself-this is your show. i'm here to watch and thats all". but i retort bitterly.
the boy in black is gone. i dont see him for the rest of the night.
days pass. i go home. i think about that boy. i email him. randomly i find his website, and his address. we start sending emails. then start chatting online. then phone calls. hours of talking. listening and hoping. falling hard and scraping both knees in the process. then plans to travel. a day of happy. kissing in photobooths. dark resteraunts. dressing up. shiny shoes. falling asleep very much not-alone. warm under blankets. waking in the middle of the night to watch him breathe. and wonder how and why and who.
there is your story.
shauna patrice.
so i went to this halloween party, and a very rude boy was "trying to get in my panties" by dropping all the classic lines. "you're so beautiful, you should come stay with me in detroit." (me looking to my right a bit to see handsome boy inblack. return to icky boy)".. .i went to school with the white stripes. i'll fly you out. what are you doing after this? you know jeremy, and now you know me- we should spend some time together".....yadda yadda yadda....
(in steps THE boy in black) "uhh....shauna, let's go find jackie".
(exit to the left)
wanting to throw my arms around this boy. remaining reserved and composed. make small talk. find that boy is also from nebraska. very well mannered. thanking him. wanting to be closer. still, remain composed.
talk for a while. go our seperate ways. walk upstairs of the congress theatre. try to open susie's door. it is locked. feeling abandoned and lonely. sit on the stairs. chin in hand. look out of the corner of my eye. once again see boy in black.
he casually and much too slowly walks towards me. we chat some more. i want so much for him to sit next to me. to say "let's go hide from all this hectic junk". but i can't read him at all.
then the fashion show starts. i am designated responsibilities i didnt expect. rude comments from strangers mouths "is she going to mess up". i become flustured, so much wanting to throw up my hands and say "go fuck yourself-this is your show. i'm here to watch and thats all". but i retort bitterly.
the boy in black is gone. i dont see him for the rest of the night.
days pass. i go home. i think about that boy. i email him. randomly i find his website, and his address. we start sending emails. then start chatting online. then phone calls. hours of talking. listening and hoping. falling hard and scraping both knees in the process. then plans to travel. a day of happy. kissing in photobooths. dark resteraunts. dressing up. shiny shoes. falling asleep very much not-alone. warm under blankets. waking in the middle of the night to watch him breathe. and wonder how and why and who.
there is your story.
shauna patrice.