Young Blood
# 1
Behind me, a love story is unfolding.
A boy and a girl are meeting each other for the first time. They are both scholars. They're obviously freshmen: they have the eager, awkward air of very young teenagers who don't know why they are where they are. Today, they are volunteering to man phones for our AAASA phonathon.
The girl is more aggressive than the boy. She asks him for his number. The boy blushes, stammering, "but what would you need my number for?"
# 2
Lately my dreams have been full of wolves, minefields, old houses and peach trees. Friends appear in most of them: some of them are transformed by the end of the dreams, else they age backwards and fly.
# 3
Then there are the knives.
posted by REMwastrel at 2:15 PM
6 Comments:
Gawd, that's so wrong! The girl should've invented a more plausible excuse to get the boy's number! Coz the boy sounded as if he was about to run away and die. Hahaha! Tell her Ginny! Tell her!
the boy's interested, he's just shy. the girl's cute, after all. torpe lang si boy. the usual. :) i can't wait to see how they'll go. :)
ooooh. i'll visit your office and see for myself! =)
she could have just waited for the directory.. =)
yo, smile. do i know you? :) reveal yourself, don't be shy. i don't bite :P
*smile* is shy. because you might kill her because she's been reading your blog. ok, this is just my, oopps i mean, the second time she's been here. but she really enjoys reading your entries. as in, really enjoys reading them.
and she's wondering who those two might be.. hmmmm
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