Up-date
Yay! It's an update! And, by update, I mostly mean the next couple paragraphs of "February 14th." I'm having a rough time from here... I can't really remember what we talked about at the party. If I could just remember, or even come up with some realistic conversation, I could easily transition to the Spin the Bottle scene. That's going to be so much fun to write... I just need to get to it! =)
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“I can’t argue with that,” she smiled as she took another sip of wine.
We both fell silent then, she drinking from her “mystery red cup” and I looking around the room with curiosity as mild boredom crept over us. I yawned quietly to myself as my eyes wandered the room, doing what I didn’t have the desire to do myself.
It was then that his eyes met mine… or, should I say, mine met his. In any case, it was a jolt to actually see somebody looking back at me. He smiled and tilted his cup in a kind of wave. I smiled back, surprised, then turned to look around me. Kaitlin was looking in the opposite direction, and there was no one on my other side. He had been smiling at me.
“Weird,” I thought. I recognized the guy: his named was Ed, he was in the marching band with me, and he played the trombone. That was all I knew about him. So why had he smiled at me?
It’s a party: people are always friendly at parties. Especially after they’ve been drinking, I thought, recalling the cup in his hand. Unsure of myself, I kept my gaze in Kaitlin’s direction for a moment before slowly allowing my eyes to find their way back to Ed.
Or, I should say, back to where Ed had been. Because by the time I got the nerve to look at him again, he was no longer standing where he had been.
Ah, I sighed. Silly of me.
“Hi,” said a voice I had only heard a few times before.
I jumped and turned to face the speaker. “Hi!” I said.
“How are you?” he asked me with a shy smile.
“I’m… great. Good party. Um, it’s Ed, right?” I knew perfectly well what his name was, but I didn’t want to seem too aware. The only reason I did know his name was Facebook (or Stalkerbook as my friends and I called it), and I would feel awkward if he didn’t know mine.
“Yeah, yeah it is. You’re Paige?” he held out his hand to shake.
“Um, yes,” I shook his hand carefully. “Nice to meet you.”
“Officially,” he said. “I think you added me on Facebook.”
“Oh! Well, yes… I did actually,” I replied, unsure of how to proceed.
“It was because of the profile picture, wasn’t it?” he continued to smile down at me, and I realized that even in three inch heels he was much taller than me.
He was right, of course. I had only added him as a friend on Stalkerbook because his profile picture was of him in the marching band uniform. I had recognized him from sectional practices (I played the tenor sax, and was therefore an “honorary brass” member and practiced with the trombones), but that was all.
“Yeah, actually. It’s, um, a good picture.” I smiled weakly and looked away awkwardly, looking for something to talk about. I was awful at the whole being social thing… it was times like this when I wondered why I ever wandered out of my dorm room.
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So, that's all I've got. =) It isn't much, even I can admit, but it's an update! Really, I think I'm having a tough time because I'm eager to get to the fun scenes: the Viennese Ball, the lunar eclipse, the hidden good-bye kiss behind my dad's van... and then it's getting into our nightly make out sessions. ^_^' I'll have to tone those down though, and mix in a few of our sillier exploits: otherwise, if I ever do anything with this, readers will get bored seeing that we made out every night. =P I blame you. If you weren't such a good kisser, it wouldn't be a problem!
Tomorrow I'm cleaning the house... mopping the kitchen, scrubbing the bathroom, straightening up my room... stuff to keep me busy, and keep my mind occupied. I'll probably make a music playlist too, to keep me busy. Maybe I'll find some good songs to dance to in my iTunes. =) I don't know why, but dancing with you sounds very appealing these days.
I'm watching Deadliest Catch! I love this show. There's no way in hell I would ever do that, but it's still a fascinating show. Oooh, you know we should download or rent Ghost Ship. It's one of my favorite horror movies: I actually watched it twice in a row once. Speaking of movies, I've been thinking about what we should go see this weekend: you want to see Ironman, right? Ok, ok, ok. We'll go see that. =) Nerdy boyfriend is nerdy.
And I love him that way.
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“I can’t argue with that,” she smiled as she took another sip of wine.
We both fell silent then, she drinking from her “mystery red cup” and I looking around the room with curiosity as mild boredom crept over us. I yawned quietly to myself as my eyes wandered the room, doing what I didn’t have the desire to do myself.
It was then that his eyes met mine… or, should I say, mine met his. In any case, it was a jolt to actually see somebody looking back at me. He smiled and tilted his cup in a kind of wave. I smiled back, surprised, then turned to look around me. Kaitlin was looking in the opposite direction, and there was no one on my other side. He had been smiling at me.
“Weird,” I thought. I recognized the guy: his named was Ed, he was in the marching band with me, and he played the trombone. That was all I knew about him. So why had he smiled at me?
It’s a party: people are always friendly at parties. Especially after they’ve been drinking, I thought, recalling the cup in his hand. Unsure of myself, I kept my gaze in Kaitlin’s direction for a moment before slowly allowing my eyes to find their way back to Ed.
Or, I should say, back to where Ed had been. Because by the time I got the nerve to look at him again, he was no longer standing where he had been.
Ah, I sighed. Silly of me.
“Hi,” said a voice I had only heard a few times before.
I jumped and turned to face the speaker. “Hi!” I said.
“How are you?” he asked me with a shy smile.
“I’m… great. Good party. Um, it’s Ed, right?” I knew perfectly well what his name was, but I didn’t want to seem too aware. The only reason I did know his name was Facebook (or Stalkerbook as my friends and I called it), and I would feel awkward if he didn’t know mine.
“Yeah, yeah it is. You’re Paige?” he held out his hand to shake.
“Um, yes,” I shook his hand carefully. “Nice to meet you.”
“Officially,” he said. “I think you added me on Facebook.”
“Oh! Well, yes… I did actually,” I replied, unsure of how to proceed.
“It was because of the profile picture, wasn’t it?” he continued to smile down at me, and I realized that even in three inch heels he was much taller than me.
He was right, of course. I had only added him as a friend on Stalkerbook because his profile picture was of him in the marching band uniform. I had recognized him from sectional practices (I played the tenor sax, and was therefore an “honorary brass” member and practiced with the trombones), but that was all.
“Yeah, actually. It’s, um, a good picture.” I smiled weakly and looked away awkwardly, looking for something to talk about. I was awful at the whole being social thing… it was times like this when I wondered why I ever wandered out of my dorm room.
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So, that's all I've got. =) It isn't much, even I can admit, but it's an update! Really, I think I'm having a tough time because I'm eager to get to the fun scenes: the Viennese Ball, the lunar eclipse, the hidden good-bye kiss behind my dad's van... and then it's getting into our nightly make out sessions. ^_^' I'll have to tone those down though, and mix in a few of our sillier exploits: otherwise, if I ever do anything with this, readers will get bored seeing that we made out every night. =P I blame you. If you weren't such a good kisser, it wouldn't be a problem!
Tomorrow I'm cleaning the house... mopping the kitchen, scrubbing the bathroom, straightening up my room... stuff to keep me busy, and keep my mind occupied. I'll probably make a music playlist too, to keep me busy. Maybe I'll find some good songs to dance to in my iTunes. =) I don't know why, but dancing with you sounds very appealing these days.
I'm watching Deadliest Catch! I love this show. There's no way in hell I would ever do that, but it's still a fascinating show. Oooh, you know we should download or rent Ghost Ship. It's one of my favorite horror movies: I actually watched it twice in a row once. Speaking of movies, I've been thinking about what we should go see this weekend: you want to see Ironman, right? Ok, ok, ok. We'll go see that. =) Nerdy boyfriend is nerdy.
And I love him that way.