after all, it was you and me
Eeeeeurgh!
That's my new exclaimation. Like it?
I just got back from "school"ing. Just. As in an hour ago. Wow. Time flies. Anyway, it's been a frightfully long day. Two tests and a quiz. Killer, man. I don't think I did that badly on any of 'em, but sometimes that means I did horribly. So I'm not going to jinx myself.
Tomorrow's going to be hectic too. I have to meet Dallas at "tooth hurty" and finish our dialogue so we can record it onto a tape for grading. Fun. Then I'm either going to come back to my room (if time allows) or meet Ceanna directly and go see The Emperor Jones like we were planning to do tonight. Stupid selling-outters. Sell outs? Whatever. I'm too tired to be grammatical.
I thought Ceanna was mad at me today, but it turned out that she was only sleeping.
It's funny how the world works sometimes.
So I'm posting this to let y'all know that I'm fine. I started feeling better almost immediately after posting last night. So no worries. I laughed a lot today. And ate some pretzels that I accidentally bought. It was good fun. And watching Aladdin with Ceanna and Sarah is one of the funniest things, ever. We're not a serious lot.
I'm definitely going to finish Chapter 6 of Disillusions of Grandeur tonight. I double-triple promise! Alright? I'll either post it as an edit or make a new post, depending on how long it takes me to crank it out. I don't like to post too much. *shifty eyes* Oh, right. I do. Never mind. But anyway, I may just be lazy and edit-post it to this loverly entry. So keep your eyes open. But don't hurt yourself.
[Edit] Huzzah! I finished the chapter. Here 'tis:
CHAPTER SIX: GLOW GIRL
John and Sara sat in silence as they rode one of his cars to Heathrow. They sat hand-in-hand, occasionally looking at each other with sad smiles. When they arrived at the airport, John helped her carry her suitcases to the departures gate.
“It seems like I just got here,” she said sadly, looking up into his eyes.
He nodded.
She hugged him tightly. “Promise me that you won’t invite any other strange girls to Quarwood while I’m gone.”
He laughed slightly. “I promise I will not even look at a girl while you’re gone.”
She looked at him and smiled, holding his head in her hands.
“And don’t you go off with any other guys, okay?” he said softly.
She rubbed his cheeks, feeling the prickliness of his beard. “Of course not.”
He leaned down and kissed her passionately. Once they parted, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.”
She smiled and kissed him again. “I love you, too.”
They smiled at each other for a few minutes and the world around them ceased to matter. He took each of her hands in his. “I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to it.”
He gave her a big hug. “Be good, okay?”
She laughed. “Okay. Can I tell all my friends and family that I’m dating John Entwistle?”
He laughed that deep laugh that she loved. “Sure, if you like. As long as I can tell all my friends and family that I’m dating Sara Hoffman.”
“And they’ll all say ‘Who?’” she said, smiling.
“No they won’t!” he said. “They’ll all say ‘Oh, I can’t wait to meet her.’”
She looked at her watch. “Well, I better get going or my plane will take off without me.”
“Okay,” he said sadly. He gave her a kiss and she pulled him into another big hug.
“I love you. I’ll see you soon, alright?”
He nodded. “I hope so.”
They kissed three more times, then she picked up her carryon and walked toward the jetway. She turned around and waved at John, smiling despite the pain of separation. With a sad sigh, she turned and walked to the waiting plane.
***
Sara’s roommate Candace smiled when she entered the apartment. “Hey! How was your vacation?”
“That question doesn’t have a short answer,” Sara said, dropping her suitcases on the living room floor. “I’d say fantastic, but it was so much better than that.”
Candace crinkled her freckly nose at her. “You met a boy, didn’t you?”
Sara laughed. “No. I met a man.”
“Oh, la dee da. What’s his name?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Oh god, it’s not something really bad, like Herman, is it?”
“No,” Sara said, chuckling. “It’s John.”
Candace raised an eyebrow. “In my world, that’s a normal name.”
“I haven’t told you everything yet,” Sara replied. “But can it wait till tomorrow? I’m sort of exhausted.”
“Oh sure,” said Candace. “Sorry. I forgot. How long was the flight again? Like eight hours?”
Sara nodded. “Good night, Candy.” She grabbed her suitcases and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Just as she was starting to put her pajamas on, her cell phone rang. She let out a snarl and looked to see who it was. Suddenly smiling, she answered it. “Hi honey.”
“Hello,” John’s sweet, deep voice said back. “How’re you doing? Did you make it back alright?”
“Yes,” she answered. “And I miss you already.”
“I miss you too. Remember our deal. As soon as you can afford another one-way plane ticket, you’re coming to live with me.”
She nodded, forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t see her. “I remember. And I will. I suppose I should give Candy a heads up.”
“Who’s Candy?”
“My roommate,” she answered. “I told her I’m dating some guy named John but she has no idea yet.”
He laughed. “How old is she?”
“Twenty-two, like me.”
“Christ. She probably won’t have any clue who I am.”
“Oh, she does,” Sara assured him. “I play The Who practically nonstop. She sort of has no choice but to know who you are.”
He laughed again. “Do you really play The Who nonstop?”
“Well, not literally,” she giggled. “I have to sleep and go to work sometimes. But I do play you guys a lot. Wow, that sounds so bizarre.”
“Yes, it does,” he said. “Well, I don’t want to keep you up. What time is it over there?”
She looked at her clock. “Nearly three in the morning.”
“Wow. Go to sleep!”
She laughed. “Okay! Call you tomorrow?”
“I hope so.”
“Don’t mope around the house, okay? Draw a picture or something. Write a song. Walk your dogs.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be okay. Have a nice day at work.”
“Oh, it’ll be a party.”
“I love you, Sara.”
She smiled. “I love you, John.”
“Goodnight.”
“…Good afternoon?”
He laughed. “Yes. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“Bye.”
“…Bye.”
♥,
Sara
P.S. I never forget why I love John Entwistle. But that icon is @$%# cute. So there.
That's my new exclaimation. Like it?
I just got back from "school"ing. Just. As in an hour ago. Wow. Time flies. Anyway, it's been a frightfully long day. Two tests and a quiz. Killer, man. I don't think I did that badly on any of 'em, but sometimes that means I did horribly. So I'm not going to jinx myself.
Tomorrow's going to be hectic too. I have to meet Dallas at "tooth hurty" and finish our dialogue so we can record it onto a tape for grading. Fun. Then I'm either going to come back to my room (if time allows) or meet Ceanna directly and go see The Emperor Jones like we were planning to do tonight. Stupid selling-outters. Sell outs? Whatever. I'm too tired to be grammatical.
I thought Ceanna was mad at me today, but it turned out that she was only sleeping.
It's funny how the world works sometimes.
So I'm posting this to let y'all know that I'm fine. I started feeling better almost immediately after posting last night. So no worries. I laughed a lot today. And ate some pretzels that I accidentally bought. It was good fun. And watching Aladdin with Ceanna and Sarah is one of the funniest things, ever. We're not a serious lot.
I'm definitely going to finish Chapter 6 of Disillusions of Grandeur tonight. I double-triple promise! Alright? I'll either post it as an edit or make a new post, depending on how long it takes me to crank it out. I don't like to post too much. *shifty eyes* Oh, right. I do. Never mind. But anyway, I may just be lazy and edit-post it to this loverly entry. So keep your eyes open. But don't hurt yourself.
[Edit] Huzzah! I finished the chapter. Here 'tis:
CHAPTER SIX: GLOW GIRL
John and Sara sat in silence as they rode one of his cars to Heathrow. They sat hand-in-hand, occasionally looking at each other with sad smiles. When they arrived at the airport, John helped her carry her suitcases to the departures gate.
“It seems like I just got here,” she said sadly, looking up into his eyes.
He nodded.
She hugged him tightly. “Promise me that you won’t invite any other strange girls to Quarwood while I’m gone.”
He laughed slightly. “I promise I will not even look at a girl while you’re gone.”
She looked at him and smiled, holding his head in her hands.
“And don’t you go off with any other guys, okay?” he said softly.
She rubbed his cheeks, feeling the prickliness of his beard. “Of course not.”
He leaned down and kissed her passionately. Once they parted, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.”
She smiled and kissed him again. “I love you, too.”
They smiled at each other for a few minutes and the world around them ceased to matter. He took each of her hands in his. “I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to it.”
He gave her a big hug. “Be good, okay?”
She laughed. “Okay. Can I tell all my friends and family that I’m dating John Entwistle?”
He laughed that deep laugh that she loved. “Sure, if you like. As long as I can tell all my friends and family that I’m dating Sara Hoffman.”
“And they’ll all say ‘Who?’” she said, smiling.
“No they won’t!” he said. “They’ll all say ‘Oh, I can’t wait to meet her.’”
She looked at her watch. “Well, I better get going or my plane will take off without me.”
“Okay,” he said sadly. He gave her a kiss and she pulled him into another big hug.
“I love you. I’ll see you soon, alright?”
He nodded. “I hope so.”
They kissed three more times, then she picked up her carryon and walked toward the jetway. She turned around and waved at John, smiling despite the pain of separation. With a sad sigh, she turned and walked to the waiting plane.
***
Sara’s roommate Candace smiled when she entered the apartment. “Hey! How was your vacation?”
“That question doesn’t have a short answer,” Sara said, dropping her suitcases on the living room floor. “I’d say fantastic, but it was so much better than that.”
Candace crinkled her freckly nose at her. “You met a boy, didn’t you?”
Sara laughed. “No. I met a man.”
“Oh, la dee da. What’s his name?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Oh god, it’s not something really bad, like Herman, is it?”
“No,” Sara said, chuckling. “It’s John.”
Candace raised an eyebrow. “In my world, that’s a normal name.”
“I haven’t told you everything yet,” Sara replied. “But can it wait till tomorrow? I’m sort of exhausted.”
“Oh sure,” said Candace. “Sorry. I forgot. How long was the flight again? Like eight hours?”
Sara nodded. “Good night, Candy.” She grabbed her suitcases and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Just as she was starting to put her pajamas on, her cell phone rang. She let out a snarl and looked to see who it was. Suddenly smiling, she answered it. “Hi honey.”
“Hello,” John’s sweet, deep voice said back. “How’re you doing? Did you make it back alright?”
“Yes,” she answered. “And I miss you already.”
“I miss you too. Remember our deal. As soon as you can afford another one-way plane ticket, you’re coming to live with me.”
She nodded, forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t see her. “I remember. And I will. I suppose I should give Candy a heads up.”
“Who’s Candy?”
“My roommate,” she answered. “I told her I’m dating some guy named John but she has no idea yet.”
He laughed. “How old is she?”
“Twenty-two, like me.”
“Christ. She probably won’t have any clue who I am.”
“Oh, she does,” Sara assured him. “I play The Who practically nonstop. She sort of has no choice but to know who you are.”
He laughed again. “Do you really play The Who nonstop?”
“Well, not literally,” she giggled. “I have to sleep and go to work sometimes. But I do play you guys a lot. Wow, that sounds so bizarre.”
“Yes, it does,” he said. “Well, I don’t want to keep you up. What time is it over there?”
She looked at her clock. “Nearly three in the morning.”
“Wow. Go to sleep!”
She laughed. “Okay! Call you tomorrow?”
“I hope so.”
“Don’t mope around the house, okay? Draw a picture or something. Write a song. Walk your dogs.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be okay. Have a nice day at work.”
“Oh, it’ll be a party.”
“I love you, Sara.”
She smiled. “I love you, John.”
“Goodnight.”
“…Good afternoon?”
He laughed. “Yes. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“Bye.”
“…Bye.”
♥,
Sara
P.S. I never forget why I love John Entwistle. But that icon is @$%# cute. So there.