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Heres the story, no longer ugly due to the LJ cut.
10 minutes of earlier today:
I'm rushing this. Calm down. Ignore the people in the doorway.
People in the doorway?
He looks up. There are now four people in the doorway, watching him scramble around trying to decide which vase to put the flowers in, where to place said vase, whether he should just lay the flowers on her keyboard. He decides to take her dried flowers out of the vase they are in and use the vase to hold the gift: red/orange and pink/purple tulips. He rushes out of the room, vase in hand and without a doubt he runs into the girls bathroom. Steam is pouring out of a shower stall, but no flushes can be heard. He fills the vase with water and rushes back to her room.
Its not complete. Something's missing.
"Shit, now I wish I had bought a card. I feel like its lacking something."
"Well, you could write something, quote something, just leave a note." the RA suggests, still holding the key that allowed access to the locked room in the first place.
The longest time, alison krauss lyrics, love songs, poetry. No, I'm no good at poetry. Poetry is what got you into this random act of romance in the first place. What did I say then? "I'm no good at poetry, so this will have to do" and then my goodnight. That could work.
He's already back in his room, rummaging through his roommates drawers for a single piece of clean white paper and his backpack for a pen.
I'm rushing this. Calm down. Ignore the people in the doorway.
"So are you guys...."
He stops listening. He's heard the question more times in the past three weeks than he thought possible. He slows down. "I'm no good at poetry, so this will have to do." He doesn't sign it. She'll know. He carries it into the room next door, passing by the five people now in the doorway.
"Yes."
Maybe that'll make them stop caring.
He places the note under the vase, which is prominently on her desk.
Sign it? Fold it? The CD would've been easier. The flowers don't even look as nice, now that they're all spread out. I should've saved this, she already bought herself a flower on friday. I should've just written poetry. No. I'm no good at poetry.
He looks around for something. He doesn't know what, but he just wants to make sure its all perfect.
"I tossed the trash already." The RA again. He wants to finish this up, he's not supposed to just let people into other people's rooms without thier consent. Even if it is to leave them tulips.
Play it cool, cowboy.
The door closes.