Puck

Tina and I were sitting in the hallway near 10 that night. She was cool, really pretty. Asian. Long dark hair, with colored streaks in it, usually electric blue or purple. Her nails were often the same color as her hair, showcasing that part of her personality that apparently liked glam rock such as Bowie. Tina wasn't a very colorful person unlike Rachel or Ashley or Amber but she was definately one of the calmest people I knew. She and I settled into comfortable silence whereas Ashley and I settled into conversation. That was one of the things I really liked about Tina, that whenever we hung out I was really calm. It made her easy to talk to she had that ease about her. She was an artist this incredible artist. She painted, splatter painted, drew, took photos, wrote. Made things crazy things crazy wicked awesome things out of toothpicks and wires which she had displayed all over her house. She drank tea and ate soup. Ashley was great to have around if you wanted to go clubbing or to a karaoke place whereas Tina was cool with going to a cafe, bookstore, jazz place, the movies or the park. She never pushed you to talk and sometimes we went hours without.

I took her arm in my hands and laid it on my lap. We stayed like that for awhile.