xander v_i_l
So, so far so good. I thought as I clasped my hands together, and looked around the Bronze. I had called Willow's no answer, so I left a very humble message about a Bronze meeting, didn't know if she'd show, big surprise. She and her way too cool boyfriend in a band, were probably making with the smoochies, and the ontop of the clothes sex. I shuddered, as I sat at ourtable....former. I sipped on my coke as if it were lined with arsenic and I wanted to die a slow, painful, and yet, quite effective, death.
When she arrived there would be talk, scolding, and possible drink throwage, and cursing. So, me being Mr. Practical guy, had planned ahead. I was wearing a pair of dark khakis, a white longe sleeved shirt, and a vest made out of what looked like a recycled red parka, and probably was. Should absorb some of the spilage. Call me the brains. I smiled, I laughed, I evern got all teared up when they played It's tough to have a crush, by Ok Go. Ok, so it's about gay guys, but come on! It's touching.
And there I sat, yes, still with the sitting, and the munching on the peanuts and the coke. I watched as all the happy couples held hands, and made with the kissy faces. They cuddled, and smiled, and laughed, something I had once had with Willow. I mean, I did the whole romantic dinner and a movie and everything. Where did I go wrong? Was it the shoes? Cause hey I can fix those. I've got plenty of duct tape. Maybe she didn't feel, not what I felt, maybe I was in love with her, and she didn't love me back.
I sank my face into my hands, and my head slowly hit the table. "It's official, Xander Harris was bred and born a looser. There's no love in this boys near future. No siree. Because that would be too easy." My head hit the table with a resounding thud. I decided that basking in the wonderful thought that my life sucked and everybody was on the happy train kepy me company at my lonely table.
When she arrived there would be talk, scolding, and possible drink throwage, and cursing. So, me being Mr. Practical guy, had planned ahead. I was wearing a pair of dark khakis, a white longe sleeved shirt, and a vest made out of what looked like a recycled red parka, and probably was. Should absorb some of the spilage. Call me the brains. I smiled, I laughed, I evern got all teared up when they played It's tough to have a crush, by Ok Go. Ok, so it's about gay guys, but come on! It's touching.
And there I sat, yes, still with the sitting, and the munching on the peanuts and the coke. I watched as all the happy couples held hands, and made with the kissy faces. They cuddled, and smiled, and laughed, something I had once had with Willow. I mean, I did the whole romantic dinner and a movie and everything. Where did I go wrong? Was it the shoes? Cause hey I can fix those. I've got plenty of duct tape. Maybe she didn't feel, not what I felt, maybe I was in love with her, and she didn't love me back.
I sank my face into my hands, and my head slowly hit the table. "It's official, Xander Harris was bred and born a looser. There's no love in this boys near future. No siree. Because that would be too easy." My head hit the table with a resounding thud. I decided that basking in the wonderful thought that my life sucked and everybody was on the happy train kepy me company at my lonely table.