Ok to get it out of my way:
Same rules as last time, the time before and every fucking time I'm going to write something. I don't own Kim Possible, none of them. I don't make money with them.
One more thing before I forget it, I'm starting this story with an internal monologue. From whom? Hell if I know, haven't figured that one out yet.
This is going to have two parts.
Now let's the rambling begin.
13 February. 2 pm,
in a semi dark room, with closed sun-blinds and an lonely figure sitting on a bed, looking at different pictures and cards in front of her, seemingly lost in deep depressing thoughts. The clock on the wall was slowly ticking, while the wind outside played a soft melody for everyone willing to listen.
--- That's boring, let's take a look inside of this pretty head. Shall we? ----
"…Should I, shouldn't I…
If yes what should I do, should I just go to her with a bunch of flowers and say:
"Hey, you know it may sound strange but despite everything I said to you since we know each other, I really, really do l…."
Naaaa…. that's just too corny not to say stupid, she wouldn't even belief one word I said but maybe if I don't let her know it's me. Just walk to her door, leave an unsigned message and vanish before she even has to know about it.
Yes that's it.
What kind of card should I leave, maybe the red, heart shaped one or maybe the violet one. Or should I design one and make it myself.
Wait, what should I write on it? I could tell her everything I want to tell her but couldn't until now. Like a kind of poem or diary entry:
"Hey you don't know who is writing this crap, but I just want to tell you,
I have been watching you for a long time. And I just couldn't get you out of my head, I'm dreaming of you.
I even have a photo of you in my pocket to look at when I want too…."
"Oh and by the way I'm not a stalker or creepy at all".
Maybe I should keep it short. Kinda like this:
To my beloved one
I wish you a happy valentines day
.
Yes that's it, it's short cryptic, androgyny and impersonal…. she might actually think it's from that buffoon…., and what if she figures out that it is me.
"Should I play it cool and pretend that…
No she wouldn't find out.
She wouldn't, wouldn't she?
Yes I just have to be cool, be myself, deep breath. I'm not a coward.
She'll never know, she doesn't even like me. It's easy: Go to her door. And then pin her on the floor, ahhh, no I mean pin the card on the door, yes pin it on the door. And then run before anybody can see me.
Yes that's a good plan. Just like this.
Quick simple and easy….
But what if somebody else finds the card before her and assumes it's for them.
Ohh, I hate Valentines Day. Whose stupid idea was this day anyway?"
AN.: So far this is my second story I have written. I hope you like it, and if you do please read again and review. You know I only can get better if you tell me what I did wrong. (I really should find a beta reader soon. Anybody up for the job? Just kidding.)
Ohh and by the way even though I love to read extra long chapter I simply can't seem to write them so I'm sorry and please don't get your hopes to high up for the second part.
Yours truly me and myself. J
