Okay. I hope this chapter will print correctly. I don't know what I did
wrong on the first one! I had spaces, I indented, and when I tried to
change the file, it didn't work! Now, I hope this version comes out right.
It's in first person, which I couldn't get to sound right.
--- I walked as fast as I could to the mall, but my efforts were in vain as I saw Rinoa's mother driving their family van right past me. I tried to make it look as if I didn't see the van, and was glad when it finally passed. I was almost halfway there when I saw one of my old friends emerging from the library.
After saying hello to my previous companion, I nervously glanced over my shoulder and immediately saw my girlfriend's van waiting at the stop light behind me. I walked faster and made sure the rose in my pocket was hidden from sight. I glanced back and knew that her van was getting closer to me. If her mom sees that we're both going to the same place, she's going to get real suspicious. Almost as if coincidence, I was already in the parking lot of the library, the usual shortcut to the mall. To make it look less suspicious, I casually walked into the library.
I walked up to the bookcase for new releases and pretended to look for a book. Peeking through a crack in the bookcase, I saw that her van was parked right outside. What is she doing here? I continued to look as if I was actually looking for a book. Ugh. All romance books.
I peeked out from the bookcase once again, and saw an angel walk into the building. It was Rinoa, and she was carrying some plastic bag. What is that? I then noted that Rinoa didn't have her backpack, as I told her to. Why? It wouldn't be very smart for her to be walking around with a rose when her mom would see it. I remembered the rose and checked to make sure I still had it intact. It is somewhat hard to walk around with this thing when it can fall out of my jacket or get ruined.
Rinoa told me to not open the bag until I got home, but, like on cue, she lifted it to give to me and I saw what was inside. It was a teddy bear, brown, with black pants, but I couldn't see much else. Hey, it kinda looks like what I'm weari-Then I remembered that I wasn't supposed to see it. I looked at her beautiful face and told her that I saw it. She then slightly freaked out, and after calming down, she told me there was something else in the bag.
I asked her what it was, and she replied with a question. "Remember how you wanted a picture of me?" My hopes rose. I asked if it was a picture. As soon as she said it wasn't one, my hopes dimmed. Then I realized that no picture could match what I saw in front of me right then.
I saw a Tom Clancy novel, paperback but in good condition. No, that wasn't what I saw. I'm talking about my angel, Rinoa, standing in front of me.
I remembered the rose and opened my jacket, relieved to see that it was ok. I gave it to her, and she said she'd meet me at the Starbucks. I then continued to pretend I was looking at books as she walked out of the library to her waiting van. I walked out of the library after a couple of minutes and did not see her van. I saw another of my fellow graduates from junior high. She asked me what I was doing here, and so I explained the "situation" to her.
After being congratulated once again, I went over to the Starbucks. At first, I passed it because I had decided to make a call. I called my best friend, also the only one I still talked to. She knew what day it was, and what I was planning. She gave me words of wisdom, but in the middle of her sentence, I saw Rinoa walking toward me. She obviously saw me walk past the Starbucks and came looking for me.
I hung up after saying a quick farewell, and went to meet Rinoa. We went in and I bought us both drinks, then we went to the upper balcony where I knew there wasn't a person in sight. We sat at a bench, and as soon as a bunch of annoyingly loud kids/boys came, I asked Rinoa if she wanted to move to one of the tables.
As we sat, I looked everywhere around me. I didn't want anyone of anything to interrupt this moment. She couldn't stay long, and I had to be quick. "What's wrong? Why are you so paranoid?" was what I heard coming from her lips. Her lips. "What? I'm always paranoid." "No, you're not." We talked about irrelevant things, things that I can't recall. I made up my mind.
"I have to go soon," she said. I knew it had to be now. I leaned over to hug her, but she knocked her coffee over. I quickly righted it and moved everything away from us so nothing could interrupt us. We leaned toward each other again, and this time, we kissed. Her lips are soft. What's that smell? Must be her. She smells just great. Crap, how's my breath? Dammit, we just drank coffee! That ruins your breath almost as bad as-Then it was over. Rinoa pulled away, blushing. Why is her face in her hands? -oh, I forgot, she's never been kissed. She looks as if she is going to faint. My hand was still on her shoulder, and unconsciously rubbing it. She composed herself, and then left looking.different. I followed her. Before she left, I told her "I love you," and she answered, "I love you, too."
---
"Hands Down" by dashboard confessional
Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here, from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and let you in.
And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.
Sorry, I was just listening to the radio while typing this. Then Hands Down is playing as I typed about the kiss. AAH! IT WAS POIFECT!!! Oh, and this song and Starbucks do not belong to me. If you don't understand some aspect or detail, put it in a review.
--- I walked as fast as I could to the mall, but my efforts were in vain as I saw Rinoa's mother driving their family van right past me. I tried to make it look as if I didn't see the van, and was glad when it finally passed. I was almost halfway there when I saw one of my old friends emerging from the library.
After saying hello to my previous companion, I nervously glanced over my shoulder and immediately saw my girlfriend's van waiting at the stop light behind me. I walked faster and made sure the rose in my pocket was hidden from sight. I glanced back and knew that her van was getting closer to me. If her mom sees that we're both going to the same place, she's going to get real suspicious. Almost as if coincidence, I was already in the parking lot of the library, the usual shortcut to the mall. To make it look less suspicious, I casually walked into the library.
I walked up to the bookcase for new releases and pretended to look for a book. Peeking through a crack in the bookcase, I saw that her van was parked right outside. What is she doing here? I continued to look as if I was actually looking for a book. Ugh. All romance books.
I peeked out from the bookcase once again, and saw an angel walk into the building. It was Rinoa, and she was carrying some plastic bag. What is that? I then noted that Rinoa didn't have her backpack, as I told her to. Why? It wouldn't be very smart for her to be walking around with a rose when her mom would see it. I remembered the rose and checked to make sure I still had it intact. It is somewhat hard to walk around with this thing when it can fall out of my jacket or get ruined.
Rinoa told me to not open the bag until I got home, but, like on cue, she lifted it to give to me and I saw what was inside. It was a teddy bear, brown, with black pants, but I couldn't see much else. Hey, it kinda looks like what I'm weari-Then I remembered that I wasn't supposed to see it. I looked at her beautiful face and told her that I saw it. She then slightly freaked out, and after calming down, she told me there was something else in the bag.
I asked her what it was, and she replied with a question. "Remember how you wanted a picture of me?" My hopes rose. I asked if it was a picture. As soon as she said it wasn't one, my hopes dimmed. Then I realized that no picture could match what I saw in front of me right then.
I saw a Tom Clancy novel, paperback but in good condition. No, that wasn't what I saw. I'm talking about my angel, Rinoa, standing in front of me.
I remembered the rose and opened my jacket, relieved to see that it was ok. I gave it to her, and she said she'd meet me at the Starbucks. I then continued to pretend I was looking at books as she walked out of the library to her waiting van. I walked out of the library after a couple of minutes and did not see her van. I saw another of my fellow graduates from junior high. She asked me what I was doing here, and so I explained the "situation" to her.
After being congratulated once again, I went over to the Starbucks. At first, I passed it because I had decided to make a call. I called my best friend, also the only one I still talked to. She knew what day it was, and what I was planning. She gave me words of wisdom, but in the middle of her sentence, I saw Rinoa walking toward me. She obviously saw me walk past the Starbucks and came looking for me.
I hung up after saying a quick farewell, and went to meet Rinoa. We went in and I bought us both drinks, then we went to the upper balcony where I knew there wasn't a person in sight. We sat at a bench, and as soon as a bunch of annoyingly loud kids/boys came, I asked Rinoa if she wanted to move to one of the tables.
As we sat, I looked everywhere around me. I didn't want anyone of anything to interrupt this moment. She couldn't stay long, and I had to be quick. "What's wrong? Why are you so paranoid?" was what I heard coming from her lips. Her lips. "What? I'm always paranoid." "No, you're not." We talked about irrelevant things, things that I can't recall. I made up my mind.
"I have to go soon," she said. I knew it had to be now. I leaned over to hug her, but she knocked her coffee over. I quickly righted it and moved everything away from us so nothing could interrupt us. We leaned toward each other again, and this time, we kissed. Her lips are soft. What's that smell? Must be her. She smells just great. Crap, how's my breath? Dammit, we just drank coffee! That ruins your breath almost as bad as-Then it was over. Rinoa pulled away, blushing. Why is her face in her hands? -oh, I forgot, she's never been kissed. She looks as if she is going to faint. My hand was still on her shoulder, and unconsciously rubbing it. She composed herself, and then left looking.different. I followed her. Before she left, I told her "I love you," and she answered, "I love you, too."
---
"Hands Down" by dashboard confessional
Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here, from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and let you in.
And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.
Sorry, I was just listening to the radio while typing this. Then Hands Down is playing as I typed about the kiss. AAH! IT WAS POIFECT!!! Oh, and this song and Starbucks do not belong to me. If you don't understand some aspect or detail, put it in a review.