I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm clock. I hate the sound that it makes.
I need a new alarm clock.
I climbed out of my bed and got dressed. I was still half asleep as I walked out of my apartment and went down the escalator. When I opened the door to step out of the apartment building, a blast of freezing wind suddenly woke me up completely and I shivered all the way to the Tim Horton's down the street.
I ordered my food, starting to feel a bit warmer. "One medium coffee and a bagel with cream cheese, please." I said without looking up. This Tim's was known to hire a ton of punk and gothic guys, and if I looked up I would have to be wheeled out of the restaurant.
"That'll be two fifty, ma'am." A male voice behind the cash register said, holding out his hand.
I promised myself not to look at his face while I got the money out of my wallet. However, I noticed that his hand had a ton of spike bracelets. OK, I can't stand this anymore. I have to look at his face. I looked up.
In front of me was the hottest guy ever (in my opinion).
He must have noticed the look on my face, because he asked my name.
"I'm Miranda, and judging by your nametag, you're Greg." I answered.
"Well, my friends all call me Pop, and you can too." He explained.
"OK sure. Thanks for the coffee and the bagel." I said and walked away.
I went over to sit down and have my bagel and coffee.
Pop came up behind me and yelled 'BOO!' so I screamed and jumped and spilt coffee all over my t-shirt. Now I know why he's called Pop. He just pops out of nowhere.
"Hey. Sorry about the t-shirt. I'll get some napkins."
"Thanks."
After a couple minutes, my shirt was dry, but it had a big stain down the front.
"Hey, I'm going to go back to my apartment to change. Wanna come over?" I asked Pop.
"Sure. Let's go."
On the way back to my apartment, we talked.
"So, Miranda. I was wondering if you want to come over to my house tonight? My brother will be out, so we'll be alone. We can have some fun."
"Um, sure Pop. Sounds great," I answered, wondering what he means by 'fun.' He smiled and took my hand in his. With any other guy, I'd feel really awkward in this situation, but Pop made me feel comfortable.
*** *** ***
After I changed my t-shirt, I walked back out into the living room to see Pop sprawled on the couch, as though he expected me to lie beside him. He was staring, waiting for me to do something. I didn't want to do anything yet. I sat on the floor, a couple feet away from him. Seeing that I was neglecting his offer, he sighed and sat up, patting the seat beside him. I sat down there.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, until he said:
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked.
"Um, I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. We could, go out dancing, or to the mall, or we can stay in and make out. I don't care. You choose."
"Uh, I can't dance, so, d'you wanna go to the mall?" I asked.
"Sounds fun to me. So, do you wanna make out now?" he asked me.
"Sure," I answered, and he kissed me.
*** *** ***
Pop left at about 2 o'clock. After he left, I started to get ready for tonight.
I ended up wearing fishnet tights and shirt, a visible black bra and a black miniskirt, plus as many spikes as I could find. I made my short black hair spiky on the sides and the back. I think that I looked really cool.
I met Pop at a mall that I had never been to at 4 o'clock, and he looked surprised at my outfit, compared to my cookie monster t-shirt and jeans this morning. Pop hadn't changed out of his 'System of a Down' t-shirt, plaid pants and combat boots from this morning.
Pop walked up to me and took my hand.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hiya," I whispered back.
He led me over to a store that sold all of the things that I had imagined him to wear. Plus, there was also a women's part of the store. I gasped and hurried in, taking tons of clothes down from the racks and spent about two hours trying on the whole store. I spent about $500 there, and then we spent the rest of the evening jumping out from clothes racks in preppy stores, making out in dressing rooms, and sharing smoothies.
I've never had this much fun in my whole life. I'm so glad that I met Pop.
I climbed out of my bed and got dressed. I was still half asleep as I walked out of my apartment and went down the escalator. When I opened the door to step out of the apartment building, a blast of freezing wind suddenly woke me up completely and I shivered all the way to the Tim Horton's down the street.
I ordered my food, starting to feel a bit warmer. "One medium coffee and a bagel with cream cheese, please." I said without looking up. This Tim's was known to hire a ton of punk and gothic guys, and if I looked up I would have to be wheeled out of the restaurant.
"That'll be two fifty, ma'am." A male voice behind the cash register said, holding out his hand.
I promised myself not to look at his face while I got the money out of my wallet. However, I noticed that his hand had a ton of spike bracelets. OK, I can't stand this anymore. I have to look at his face. I looked up.
In front of me was the hottest guy ever (in my opinion).
He must have noticed the look on my face, because he asked my name.
"I'm Miranda, and judging by your nametag, you're Greg." I answered.
"Well, my friends all call me Pop, and you can too." He explained.
"OK sure. Thanks for the coffee and the bagel." I said and walked away.
I went over to sit down and have my bagel and coffee.
Pop came up behind me and yelled 'BOO!' so I screamed and jumped and spilt coffee all over my t-shirt. Now I know why he's called Pop. He just pops out of nowhere.
"Hey. Sorry about the t-shirt. I'll get some napkins."
"Thanks."
After a couple minutes, my shirt was dry, but it had a big stain down the front.
"Hey, I'm going to go back to my apartment to change. Wanna come over?" I asked Pop.
"Sure. Let's go."
On the way back to my apartment, we talked.
"So, Miranda. I was wondering if you want to come over to my house tonight? My brother will be out, so we'll be alone. We can have some fun."
"Um, sure Pop. Sounds great," I answered, wondering what he means by 'fun.' He smiled and took my hand in his. With any other guy, I'd feel really awkward in this situation, but Pop made me feel comfortable.
*** *** ***
After I changed my t-shirt, I walked back out into the living room to see Pop sprawled on the couch, as though he expected me to lie beside him. He was staring, waiting for me to do something. I didn't want to do anything yet. I sat on the floor, a couple feet away from him. Seeing that I was neglecting his offer, he sighed and sat up, patting the seat beside him. I sat down there.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, until he said:
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked.
"Um, I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. We could, go out dancing, or to the mall, or we can stay in and make out. I don't care. You choose."
"Uh, I can't dance, so, d'you wanna go to the mall?" I asked.
"Sounds fun to me. So, do you wanna make out now?" he asked me.
"Sure," I answered, and he kissed me.
*** *** ***
Pop left at about 2 o'clock. After he left, I started to get ready for tonight.
I ended up wearing fishnet tights and shirt, a visible black bra and a black miniskirt, plus as many spikes as I could find. I made my short black hair spiky on the sides and the back. I think that I looked really cool.
I met Pop at a mall that I had never been to at 4 o'clock, and he looked surprised at my outfit, compared to my cookie monster t-shirt and jeans this morning. Pop hadn't changed out of his 'System of a Down' t-shirt, plaid pants and combat boots from this morning.
Pop walked up to me and took my hand.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hiya," I whispered back.
He led me over to a store that sold all of the things that I had imagined him to wear. Plus, there was also a women's part of the store. I gasped and hurried in, taking tons of clothes down from the racks and spent about two hours trying on the whole store. I spent about $500 there, and then we spent the rest of the evening jumping out from clothes racks in preppy stores, making out in dressing rooms, and sharing smoothies.
I've never had this much fun in my whole life. I'm so glad that I met Pop.