College is so High School
Yep more of my notebook cleaning postings, which tends to translate to "And you posted this because. . ."
Title: College is so High School
Word count: 749
He was tall, with light brown hair, stringy with sweat, hanging to his chin. He had an almost scruffy look, with the thin layer of brown hair covering his chin, and under his nose. His eyes were light, not quite grey, not quite blue.
I was short, with thick strawberry blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. My green eyes twinkled from physical exertion.
I looked up at him, and challenged, “Race you back to the rooms.”
He smiled. Our run had shown that while his long legs could out run me, my endurance and speed gave him a run for his money.
“Okay, you’re on!”
His voice was deep and clear, the kind of voice that you could hear and recognize downt he hall. We raced down the street and into the dorm building.
“Are you coming over for the game?”
“Yeah, soon as I get out of the shower.”
“Hey, where have you been?” Amy asked.
“I went running with Dennis,” I said. “I’m going to take a shower now.”
“Is there a game on tonight?”
“Yes.”
I grabbed a Tigers’ shirt and a clean pair of jeans. It had become almost a tradition that year for me to go to the boys’ room for baseball games. The Tigers had finally made it to the World Series. It was a miracle season, having been the worst team in the A.L. (and having a worse record than the N.L.’s worst team) last season. They faced the St. Louis Cardinals, who provided for a nerve racking series. Although any team that wo the N.L. would give us a run for our money.
“Hey Kelly!”
Kelly sat on my bed, talking with Amy.
“Oh sure, just waltz in after spending all day with your boyfriend.”
“What? Who? You mean Dennis? He’s not my boyfriend. All we did was go running, which I’ve been ding since high school, and therefore would have done today, weather permitting, with or without him. And then we watched the game tighter. His roommates weret here, along with a couple other people.”
“At least you have someone here.”
“Someone what? Yeah I have someone who likes running as much as me and baseball. But you’re someone who likes shopping as much as me. I don’t tell him my problems. Besides, I hang out with you guys a lot. He’s graduating the end of this year. I want to have some memories with him before he leaves.”
“You can’t seem to go a day without talking about him.”
“I live across the hall from him. It’s kind of hard not to see him. And I do not talk about him all the time.”
“Well, you sure seem to like him a lot. Maybe you just can’t be friends with both of us.”
“You want me to choose between you two?” I really was trying to be calm. “This is absurd.”
I shook my head and walked out of the room. Where I went was probably not the best under the circumstances, but it was habitual. Their room had become a safe place for me.
“You look exasperated.”
“She wants me to choose between you two.”
I forgot what was happening, and spoke in pronouns.
“I don’t know who ‘she’ is. . .but looks like you did.”
I looked around me and swore as the realization hit me.
“She thinks I like you and spend every waking moment with you. It’s so absurd, and bizarre.”
“Is this about Amy?”
“No, Kelly. She misses her boyfriend, and somehow that makes her jealous of us. I don’t know. It confuses me. I should be jealous of her: at least she has a boyfriend.”
“Do you want me to talk to her?”
“No, then she’ll just be mad I told you. I don’t know why I did. It doesn’t involve you. Well, I guess it kind of does.”
“You’re a dork.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
“You done then?”
“Yeah. What time are you getting up tomorrow?”
“Early. Like eight.”
“When are you eating?”
“About eight-thirty.”
“Well, if you don’t mind seeing me half-awake, can I come with?”
“Surely.”
“So how are classes going?”
“Alright. Some classes are better than others.”
“What’s giving you trouble?”
“Mainly, biology.”
“Hey, I’m a science major, with a concentration in biology. Feel free to pick my brain.”
“Alright, thanks! So what about you? How are your classes?”
“Finishing up major classes.”
“That’s right you graduate this year.”
“I’m hoping to anyhow.”
“Well good luck with that.”
Title: College is so High School
Word count: 749
He was tall, with light brown hair, stringy with sweat, hanging to his chin. He had an almost scruffy look, with the thin layer of brown hair covering his chin, and under his nose. His eyes were light, not quite grey, not quite blue.
I was short, with thick strawberry blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. My green eyes twinkled from physical exertion.
I looked up at him, and challenged, “Race you back to the rooms.”
He smiled. Our run had shown that while his long legs could out run me, my endurance and speed gave him a run for his money.
“Okay, you’re on!”
His voice was deep and clear, the kind of voice that you could hear and recognize downt he hall. We raced down the street and into the dorm building.
“Are you coming over for the game?”
“Yeah, soon as I get out of the shower.”
“Hey, where have you been?” Amy asked.
“I went running with Dennis,” I said. “I’m going to take a shower now.”
“Is there a game on tonight?”
“Yes.”
I grabbed a Tigers’ shirt and a clean pair of jeans. It had become almost a tradition that year for me to go to the boys’ room for baseball games. The Tigers had finally made it to the World Series. It was a miracle season, having been the worst team in the A.L. (and having a worse record than the N.L.’s worst team) last season. They faced the St. Louis Cardinals, who provided for a nerve racking series. Although any team that wo the N.L. would give us a run for our money.
“Hey Kelly!”
Kelly sat on my bed, talking with Amy.
“Oh sure, just waltz in after spending all day with your boyfriend.”
“What? Who? You mean Dennis? He’s not my boyfriend. All we did was go running, which I’ve been ding since high school, and therefore would have done today, weather permitting, with or without him. And then we watched the game tighter. His roommates weret here, along with a couple other people.”
“At least you have someone here.”
“Someone what? Yeah I have someone who likes running as much as me and baseball. But you’re someone who likes shopping as much as me. I don’t tell him my problems. Besides, I hang out with you guys a lot. He’s graduating the end of this year. I want to have some memories with him before he leaves.”
“You can’t seem to go a day without talking about him.”
“I live across the hall from him. It’s kind of hard not to see him. And I do not talk about him all the time.”
“Well, you sure seem to like him a lot. Maybe you just can’t be friends with both of us.”
“You want me to choose between you two?” I really was trying to be calm. “This is absurd.”
I shook my head and walked out of the room. Where I went was probably not the best under the circumstances, but it was habitual. Their room had become a safe place for me.
“You look exasperated.”
“She wants me to choose between you two.”
I forgot what was happening, and spoke in pronouns.
“I don’t know who ‘she’ is. . .but looks like you did.”
I looked around me and swore as the realization hit me.
“She thinks I like you and spend every waking moment with you. It’s so absurd, and bizarre.”
“Is this about Amy?”
“No, Kelly. She misses her boyfriend, and somehow that makes her jealous of us. I don’t know. It confuses me. I should be jealous of her: at least she has a boyfriend.”
“Do you want me to talk to her?”
“No, then she’ll just be mad I told you. I don’t know why I did. It doesn’t involve you. Well, I guess it kind of does.”
“You’re a dork.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
“You done then?”
“Yeah. What time are you getting up tomorrow?”
“Early. Like eight.”
“When are you eating?”
“About eight-thirty.”
“Well, if you don’t mind seeing me half-awake, can I come with?”
“Surely.”
“So how are classes going?”
“Alright. Some classes are better than others.”
“What’s giving you trouble?”
“Mainly, biology.”
“Hey, I’m a science major, with a concentration in biology. Feel free to pick my brain.”
“Alright, thanks! So what about you? How are your classes?”
“Finishing up major classes.”
“That’s right you graduate this year.”
“I’m hoping to anyhow.”
“Well good luck with that.”