For Any willy P students reading this, Tonight is opening night
of Pioneer Players 11th Annual Students and the Arts.
The Show is at 8pm tonight and tomorrow and 3pm sunday
admission is free, so please come support your fellow students
and classmates!
H.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
49.
napowrimo post 29.
Center stage spotlight warmth floating from the
over sized bulbs. Struggling to keep eyes open,
missing this moment is just not an option,
the first few notes, a chord a key change take a
deep breath and ready here goes.
Blinded with fear but also by light, thank god for the
light for now they have no faces. Sing you can do it
you have no more chances, who can say when again you
will be caught in the limelight.
H.
Center stage spotlight warmth floating from the
over sized bulbs. Struggling to keep eyes open,
missing this moment is just not an option,
the first few notes, a chord a key change take a
deep breath and ready here goes.
Blinded with fear but also by light, thank god for the
light for now they have no faces. Sing you can do it
you have no more chances, who can say when again you
will be caught in the limelight.
H.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
48.
napowrimo post 28.
I can not write a poem tonight,
the words are just not flowing.
My mind is blank, my fingers are tired,
and whatever I write just doesn't sound right.
End of the semester, creative juices are
drying up.
How many more finals weeks can a person endure.
So here I am typing sipping coffee black with sugar,
hoping I can produce something able to rest under
the title, of a Poem.
Oh wait, I did it.
H.
I can not write a poem tonight,
the words are just not flowing.
My mind is blank, my fingers are tired,
and whatever I write just doesn't sound right.
End of the semester, creative juices are
drying up.
How many more finals weeks can a person endure.
So here I am typing sipping coffee black with sugar,
hoping I can produce something able to rest under
the title, of a Poem.
Oh wait, I did it.
H.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
47.
NAPOWRIMO post 27.
COLD!
finger and toes like little ice cubes,
Mother nature, this is one cruel joke.
my calendar reads three days shy of May
my thermometer reads February.
Some April showers, sure maybe, but
frost covered car windows absolutely not!
H.
COLD!
finger and toes like little ice cubes,
Mother nature, this is one cruel joke.
my calendar reads three days shy of May
my thermometer reads February.
Some April showers, sure maybe, but
frost covered car windows absolutely not!
H.
46.
Fiction #2 for Work shopping on 4/28.
*moving the text from word to the blog removed all the spacing, paragraphs and things like that. I also marked in the text 4 pages worth so feel free to just print that part other wise it's about 9 pages.
Missed Connections
Katie rolled over covering her eyes with a pillow as the sun shone across her face, why had she decided to put her bed under the window anyways. Downstairs she could hear the dog barking, most likely at someone walking outside. She opened one eye to look at her alarm clock, 10:20 am, class started at 10. She got out of bed with as much energy as she could muster grabbed the first pair of jeans she could find and her favorite old tee shirt, the one with the coffee stain on the left sleeve, slipping her feet into a pair of flip flops as she gathered her hair into a pony tail why do I always manage to sleep through my alarm she wondered.
She ran down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen hoping there was something she could eat while she drove. She looked through the cabinets and found nothing, “guess coffee will have to do” she said to the empty room. She reached up to grab a travel cup and then her eyes fell on the black and silver coffee maker…. Empty not a drop had been left for her, “thanks mom and dad” she sighed angrily. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
Key in the ignition her phone beeps, “class started, where are you?” it was Eddie, the nerdy freshmen that always sat next to her in class. Her phone beeped again, “Hope you’re coming, I saved you a seat” wow, this kid just doesn’t know when to give up.
“Please don’t tell me you’re texting Katie,” Chris looked over to see his roommate furiously typing out some undoubtedly grammatically correct text to his crush. “Ed man I told you, she’s never going to like you, especially if you keep annoying her like this.”
“I’m just letting her know that I’ve saved her a seat, and besides how can you say that, she gave me her number didn’t she?”
“Yeah, so you could text her the answers to last week’s test, trust me man, a girl like that could never like a guy like you.”
“Whatever” Eddie dropped his phone into his bag and took out an extra sheet of paper, now copying two sets of notes.
“Please do not take notes for this girl! You’re wasting your time,”
“Just leave me alone ok, we can’t all be Mr. Cool like you Chris.”
Chris sat back in his chair, yeah, cool like him. Too bad he wasn’t cool at least not to Steph, the one person on this campus he would do anything to have notice him. Before transferring here Chris was just like Eddie, a nerd, he spent his weekends playing video games and writing fan fiction for whatever sci-fi trend was hot at that time. He wore jeans from K mart and tee shirts with video game characters on them, and he wasn’t wearing them ironically. When he transferred he decided to remake himself, become a cool guy one that went to parties and drank beer and maybe even talked to girls, however when he moved in he was met with a replica of himself only a foot shorter and with curly blonde hair, Eddie. They got along fine as roommates, but Eddie was constantly bringing Chris down, yelling at him not to forget their video game marathons in crowded hall ways or following him to parties, Eddie was like a permanent cock block and Chris couldn’t get rid of, and he just didn’t have the heart to be mean to Eddie.
Chris looked two seats over to where Steph sat, her brown hair had purple streaks in it, last week it had been green. She was into art and bands that no one cared about until they were overly famous, which then of course caused her to hate them. She smoked cigarettes and wore clothes that always looked slept in. She was always going to concerts and meeting crazy musicians, last week Chris had managed to talk to her for a few minutes after class, it was sheer bliss she had even offered him a cigarette and when he refused she simply said, “That’s cool.” It was great until Eddie had showed up and dragged Chris away saying that he shouldn’t hang around people that smoke, “second hand smoke can still cause cancer blah blah blah.”
Steph looked up from her ratty notebook and saw Chris staring at her; he didn’t look away fast enough, great now she thinks I’m a creep, maybe if I wave at her? Great, I waved and she looked away I’ll never get her now.
Steph sat in her desk furiously scribbling away trying to piece together her weekend. Her mom warned her that living like this would lead to destruction, why do mothers always have to be right. The flow chart she was creating in bright green ink was making her sick, concert Friday night, coke in the bathroom with that chick from that band…. Or was she with the bartender…. Then onto the bus to interview the drummer from that band, what was there name again?….then a bottle of tequillia and…. Black out.
Saturday morning she had woken up at her sisters, who didn’t look all too pleased to have her 19 year old sibling passed out on her couch sleeping off a hangover. Then Saturday night, she remembered playing pool with some guys she had met that afternoon in the city, they went to a BYOB place and she could remember drinking something that had made her insides burn and then waking up in bed with the guy with the green shoes, Chad? Chaz? Chuck? Fuck, if only she could remember what had happened.
Steph turned to stare out the window and saw Chris staring at her, why did she have to be so messed up, why she couldn’t be a nice girl and date a nice guy like Chris. Too bad he would never want her, not with a past filled with weekends like this and Monday mornings spent trying to figure out if she’d need to get tested again or not. Just then the door slammed open and Katie walked in and sat down.
Eddie had saved her a seat and it was perfect, right behind Paul, so close she could smell the faint scent of hair gel and laundry detergent. “Thanks” she mouthed to Eddie before opening her bag and digging out her notebook. She opened it to a new page,
“Here, I started taking notes for you” Eddie handed her a sheet filled with his shitty chicken scratch.
“Uh thanks, you didn’t have to.” Eddie sheepishly shrugged his shoulders in reply, whatever, that kid was so weird sometimes. Now, back to Paul. Katie looked at her notes from the class before she had started sketching his chiseled features in the margin. She stared at the image imagining what it would be like to kiss those perfectly pouted lips that now sat above one of the three holes on her notebook paper. She heard a cough and looked back up to the front of the room and almost screamed; Paul was turned in his desk, staring straight at her.
If I just turn around and ask that late girl if she has a pencil would it be really weird? I mean why did I wait a half hour since the start of class to ask someone for a pencil, ugh but I really want to turn around and see Chris. Ok, just say that you’re pen ran out of ink! That’s totally understandable.
Paul turned around to see Katie staring at a face drawn in her notebook, it almost looked like him, he cleared his throat to get her attention, while using this time to stare at the boy two seats down,
“Uhm, do you have an extra pen, mine ran out of ink.”
Katie almost died; Paul was actually talking to her! She grabbed her bag and started riffling through it, please please let there be an extra pen somewhere,
“Here, I have an extra pen,” Chris said reaching across Eddie towards Paul, now it was Paul’s turn to swoon, he couldn’t believe that Chris was actually talking to him, let alone lending him a pen.
“Uh wow. Thanks,” wow thanks? What’s wrong with you Paul thought as he turned back around, the guy you’ve been obsessing over for the past two weeks lends you a pen and all you can say is wow thanks!
(That's 4 pages so feel free to just print that.)
I can’t believe I’m even obsessing over some one, I haven’t even told anyone I’m gay yet and here I am fantasizing over a guy that just lent me a pencil, what’s wrong with me. But he does have the most amazing green eyes, I need to talk to him again I always see him with that kid that sits next to him. I don’t even know if Chris is gay I mean he could be… but then again anyone could be, he’s just so gorgeous I have to talk to him.
Maybe I could write a note to give to him after class, or maybe forget to give him back the pen and then have to run into him later, or stop by his room tonight….
Chris looked back over to where Steph was sitting she looked like she was working really hard on something, I wonder If she’d have coffee with me or something, I mean we did talk last week , maybe I should write her a note….
“Hey, Katie I’m glad you made it to class what happened?”
“I over slept….” Katie didn’t mean to be short with Eddie it’s just that how could she be expected to keep up a conversation with him when Paul had just spoken directly to her!
“Class is dismissed, and Miss Gellar, don’t think I didn’t notice you slip in late…” Professor Tuttle was saying at the front of the room, all around people were packing up and trying to race one another to the door Chris felt a hand on his arm,
“Hey, thanks for the pen,”
“Sure no problem,” He took the pen and raced out the door hoping to catch Steph.
“Katie since we got out of class early would you want to come to my room to see my newest video game, the graphics is so advanced it’s like you’re in the game,”
“Uh no thanks Eddie,” Katie mumbled as she ran out the door trying to catch Paul. As she rounded the corner out of the classroom however her wish was granted, she ran smack into Paul’s back.
“Uh sorry, hey since we got out of class early and all would you maybe want to get a smoothie or something?”
“Huh oh uh no.” Paul was trying to watch Chris talk to that weird girl that always had different colored streaks in her hair, was he asking her out?
“…So uh yeah since we got out go class early I was wondering if maybe I could uhm get you uh a cup of coffee or something,” Was Chris actually asking her out, Steph was so happy she could cry, this can’t really be happening.
“Hey Chris, what are we going to do now,” Eddie appeared at Chris’ side as always totally killing any chance he could have ever had with Steph now.
“I don’t know Eddie...”
“Hey, why don’t you join us, Chris was going to buy me a cup of coffee, weren’t you?” did Steph really want to spend time with him and his dorky roommate Chris reached down and pinched his leg, he had to be dreaming.
Paul followed Chris to the little coffee shop off campus, he was pretty sure that he was on a date with that girl, but his roommate was there, the nerdy kid from class as he was walking he heard a voice from a few feet behind,
“Hey, Paul right?” it was the girl that had asked him to get a smoothie… Katie?
“Yeah, Katie right, hey, listen sorry I forgot I had some free time want to get a cup of coffee?” Paul asked using Katie as a cover to spy on Chris.
Katie was too shocked to actually speak; Paul had just asked her on a date! She wanted to spin in circles and scream
“Yeah sure, coffee would be cool” she responded trying to keep her emotions in check.
Steph, Chris and Eddie walked to the coffee shop in an awkward silence, well semi silence, Chris and Steph were silent, Eddie was going on about some video game or TV show or something Steph wasn’t really listening all that mattered was that Chris was voluntarily spending time with her!
The bells on top of the door chimed as they walked in the tiny coffee shop, it was packed but there was a table free in the back, “I’ll go save that table, I like iced coffee with lots of sugar,” she said to Chris trying her hardest to keep her cool. The bells chimed again as Paul and Katie walked in a few seconds behind them. Steph sat at the large table and thought to herself that this was odd, since of course it was kind of clear, at least to her that Paul was not interested in girls.
“Katie, you made it,” Eddie practically shouted in her direction,
“Uh yeah,”
“You should sit with us, what do you think Chris”
“Uh why not, that table seems big enough,”
“ Oh well thanks, but see I’m here with Paul,”
“So you can both sit with us, there aren’t any other tables anyway,” Chris wanted to smack his roommate couldn’t he see this girl was clearly on a date with this guy.
Paul wanted to squeal like a girl, his plan was working out much better than he thought; he was actually being invited to sit with Chris!
They ordered their drinks and made their way back to the table, where they sat in silence. None of them really knew one another at all. Eddie was firing questions rapidly at the collected group, things about television and movies and news stories, no one was really interested in what he was laying on the table; however under the table was a whole ‘nother story. Katie rested her foot against what she assumed was Paul’s loafer wearing foot, while in reality he was searching out Chris’s sneaker clad foot. Steph had rested her hand on Chris’s Knee.
Eddie was gesturing wildly when he knocked over a cup of coffee causing Steph to jump up from the table. While she was in the girl’s room trying to get Hot chocolate out of her shirt Chris noticed that the same foot was still resting against his. He looked under the table and saw Paul’s foot next to his own.
“Uh dude, I think you got the wrong the wrong foot.” Katie looked under the table and noticed that she had been resting her foot against the table leg, and indeed Paul and Chris had been in an intense game of footsie while they had all sat in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry it’s just that… I just thought that you…I thought you knew it was my foot.”
“Uhm what, listen, why would I be interested in playing footsie with a guy…” The last part of Chris’ sentence dragged on as a blush crept to Paul’s face. Paul was so embarrassed he wanted to die. Katie was in shock, if Paul was gay why had he asked her out to coffee?
Paul grabbed his stuff and trying to stay cool exited the coffee house, there was no way he could stay there now. The first time he actually tried to hang out with Chris, and it blows up in his face, of course Chris was straight, he never gave any hints that he wasn’t I was just so desperate for him to be available for me.
Steph returned to the table still blotting at her clothes,
“Where did that Paul kid go?”
“uh he had to leave,” Chris said trying to keep the poor guys dignity somewhat intact. As they returned to their weird excuse for conversation Katie noticed a very aggressive foot practically attacking her own. She acted like she was reaching for her purse and looked under the table, it was Eddie,of course it was him.
“Look Eddie, you’re a nice guy and all, but I’m really not interested in you, and it’s getting a little creepy with all your texts and saving me seats and taking notes for me, I’m sorry but just can you please knock it off.” Katie looked at the blonde haired boy, he looked as if he was about to cry at any second.
“But, you gave me your phone number…”
“So you could text me answers,”
“You sit next to me…”
“No, YOU sit next to ME”
“You came here! After I invited you you came and you’re sitting with me”
“Listen Eddie I only came here to be with Paul, clearly that didn’t work out but you had nothing to do with me coming here I’m sorry.” Eddie gathered his things and ran from coffee shop not trying to keep his cool or anything once the door slammed Katie winced. “I didn’t mean to upset him; I just can’t deal with that kind of stuff I had to set him straight.”
“Yeah, cool” Chris replied now clearly distracted.
“So steph, why the purple hair, what happened to the green?”
“Huh oh, I duno,” she was too busy to give the other girl a real answer; she couldn’t believe she was practically alone with Chris!
“Uhm, I guess I’ll leave you two alone then…” and with that Katie grabbed her stuff and headed for the door wondering how this day had gone from shitty to bizarre.
At the table Steph and Christ were finally left alone. She wanted to tell him everything about how she could never remember her weekends and how she likes to stare at him in class but nothing seemed to fit in this moment, just being here, sitting together everything was fitting together perfectly.
Chris was beyond joyous; Steph and himself were sitting alone at the coffee shop! He had no clue what to say to her he wanted to tell her that he thought he was in love with her, but he knew that that was too over the top instead he decided to try to break the ice,
“So, have you ever seen so much drama before noon?”
*moving the text from word to the blog removed all the spacing, paragraphs and things like that. I also marked in the text 4 pages worth so feel free to just print that part other wise it's about 9 pages.
Missed Connections
Katie rolled over covering her eyes with a pillow as the sun shone across her face, why had she decided to put her bed under the window anyways. Downstairs she could hear the dog barking, most likely at someone walking outside. She opened one eye to look at her alarm clock, 10:20 am, class started at 10. She got out of bed with as much energy as she could muster grabbed the first pair of jeans she could find and her favorite old tee shirt, the one with the coffee stain on the left sleeve, slipping her feet into a pair of flip flops as she gathered her hair into a pony tail why do I always manage to sleep through my alarm she wondered.
She ran down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen hoping there was something she could eat while she drove. She looked through the cabinets and found nothing, “guess coffee will have to do” she said to the empty room. She reached up to grab a travel cup and then her eyes fell on the black and silver coffee maker…. Empty not a drop had been left for her, “thanks mom and dad” she sighed angrily. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
Key in the ignition her phone beeps, “class started, where are you?” it was Eddie, the nerdy freshmen that always sat next to her in class. Her phone beeped again, “Hope you’re coming, I saved you a seat” wow, this kid just doesn’t know when to give up.
“Please don’t tell me you’re texting Katie,” Chris looked over to see his roommate furiously typing out some undoubtedly grammatically correct text to his crush. “Ed man I told you, she’s never going to like you, especially if you keep annoying her like this.”
“I’m just letting her know that I’ve saved her a seat, and besides how can you say that, she gave me her number didn’t she?”
“Yeah, so you could text her the answers to last week’s test, trust me man, a girl like that could never like a guy like you.”
“Whatever” Eddie dropped his phone into his bag and took out an extra sheet of paper, now copying two sets of notes.
“Please do not take notes for this girl! You’re wasting your time,”
“Just leave me alone ok, we can’t all be Mr. Cool like you Chris.”
Chris sat back in his chair, yeah, cool like him. Too bad he wasn’t cool at least not to Steph, the one person on this campus he would do anything to have notice him. Before transferring here Chris was just like Eddie, a nerd, he spent his weekends playing video games and writing fan fiction for whatever sci-fi trend was hot at that time. He wore jeans from K mart and tee shirts with video game characters on them, and he wasn’t wearing them ironically. When he transferred he decided to remake himself, become a cool guy one that went to parties and drank beer and maybe even talked to girls, however when he moved in he was met with a replica of himself only a foot shorter and with curly blonde hair, Eddie. They got along fine as roommates, but Eddie was constantly bringing Chris down, yelling at him not to forget their video game marathons in crowded hall ways or following him to parties, Eddie was like a permanent cock block and Chris couldn’t get rid of, and he just didn’t have the heart to be mean to Eddie.
Chris looked two seats over to where Steph sat, her brown hair had purple streaks in it, last week it had been green. She was into art and bands that no one cared about until they were overly famous, which then of course caused her to hate them. She smoked cigarettes and wore clothes that always looked slept in. She was always going to concerts and meeting crazy musicians, last week Chris had managed to talk to her for a few minutes after class, it was sheer bliss she had even offered him a cigarette and when he refused she simply said, “That’s cool.” It was great until Eddie had showed up and dragged Chris away saying that he shouldn’t hang around people that smoke, “second hand smoke can still cause cancer blah blah blah.”
Steph looked up from her ratty notebook and saw Chris staring at her; he didn’t look away fast enough, great now she thinks I’m a creep, maybe if I wave at her? Great, I waved and she looked away I’ll never get her now.
Steph sat in her desk furiously scribbling away trying to piece together her weekend. Her mom warned her that living like this would lead to destruction, why do mothers always have to be right. The flow chart she was creating in bright green ink was making her sick, concert Friday night, coke in the bathroom with that chick from that band…. Or was she with the bartender…. Then onto the bus to interview the drummer from that band, what was there name again?….then a bottle of tequillia and…. Black out.
Saturday morning she had woken up at her sisters, who didn’t look all too pleased to have her 19 year old sibling passed out on her couch sleeping off a hangover. Then Saturday night, she remembered playing pool with some guys she had met that afternoon in the city, they went to a BYOB place and she could remember drinking something that had made her insides burn and then waking up in bed with the guy with the green shoes, Chad? Chaz? Chuck? Fuck, if only she could remember what had happened.
Steph turned to stare out the window and saw Chris staring at her, why did she have to be so messed up, why she couldn’t be a nice girl and date a nice guy like Chris. Too bad he would never want her, not with a past filled with weekends like this and Monday mornings spent trying to figure out if she’d need to get tested again or not. Just then the door slammed open and Katie walked in and sat down.
Eddie had saved her a seat and it was perfect, right behind Paul, so close she could smell the faint scent of hair gel and laundry detergent. “Thanks” she mouthed to Eddie before opening her bag and digging out her notebook. She opened it to a new page,
“Here, I started taking notes for you” Eddie handed her a sheet filled with his shitty chicken scratch.
“Uh thanks, you didn’t have to.” Eddie sheepishly shrugged his shoulders in reply, whatever, that kid was so weird sometimes. Now, back to Paul. Katie looked at her notes from the class before she had started sketching his chiseled features in the margin. She stared at the image imagining what it would be like to kiss those perfectly pouted lips that now sat above one of the three holes on her notebook paper. She heard a cough and looked back up to the front of the room and almost screamed; Paul was turned in his desk, staring straight at her.
If I just turn around and ask that late girl if she has a pencil would it be really weird? I mean why did I wait a half hour since the start of class to ask someone for a pencil, ugh but I really want to turn around and see Chris. Ok, just say that you’re pen ran out of ink! That’s totally understandable.
Paul turned around to see Katie staring at a face drawn in her notebook, it almost looked like him, he cleared his throat to get her attention, while using this time to stare at the boy two seats down,
“Uhm, do you have an extra pen, mine ran out of ink.”
Katie almost died; Paul was actually talking to her! She grabbed her bag and started riffling through it, please please let there be an extra pen somewhere,
“Here, I have an extra pen,” Chris said reaching across Eddie towards Paul, now it was Paul’s turn to swoon, he couldn’t believe that Chris was actually talking to him, let alone lending him a pen.
“Uh wow. Thanks,” wow thanks? What’s wrong with you Paul thought as he turned back around, the guy you’ve been obsessing over for the past two weeks lends you a pen and all you can say is wow thanks!
(That's 4 pages so feel free to just print that.)
I can’t believe I’m even obsessing over some one, I haven’t even told anyone I’m gay yet and here I am fantasizing over a guy that just lent me a pencil, what’s wrong with me. But he does have the most amazing green eyes, I need to talk to him again I always see him with that kid that sits next to him. I don’t even know if Chris is gay I mean he could be… but then again anyone could be, he’s just so gorgeous I have to talk to him.
Maybe I could write a note to give to him after class, or maybe forget to give him back the pen and then have to run into him later, or stop by his room tonight….
Chris looked back over to where Steph was sitting she looked like she was working really hard on something, I wonder If she’d have coffee with me or something, I mean we did talk last week , maybe I should write her a note….
“Hey, Katie I’m glad you made it to class what happened?”
“I over slept….” Katie didn’t mean to be short with Eddie it’s just that how could she be expected to keep up a conversation with him when Paul had just spoken directly to her!
“Class is dismissed, and Miss Gellar, don’t think I didn’t notice you slip in late…” Professor Tuttle was saying at the front of the room, all around people were packing up and trying to race one another to the door Chris felt a hand on his arm,
“Hey, thanks for the pen,”
“Sure no problem,” He took the pen and raced out the door hoping to catch Steph.
“Katie since we got out of class early would you want to come to my room to see my newest video game, the graphics is so advanced it’s like you’re in the game,”
“Uh no thanks Eddie,” Katie mumbled as she ran out the door trying to catch Paul. As she rounded the corner out of the classroom however her wish was granted, she ran smack into Paul’s back.
“Uh sorry, hey since we got out of class early and all would you maybe want to get a smoothie or something?”
“Huh oh uh no.” Paul was trying to watch Chris talk to that weird girl that always had different colored streaks in her hair, was he asking her out?
“…So uh yeah since we got out go class early I was wondering if maybe I could uhm get you uh a cup of coffee or something,” Was Chris actually asking her out, Steph was so happy she could cry, this can’t really be happening.
“Hey Chris, what are we going to do now,” Eddie appeared at Chris’ side as always totally killing any chance he could have ever had with Steph now.
“I don’t know Eddie...”
“Hey, why don’t you join us, Chris was going to buy me a cup of coffee, weren’t you?” did Steph really want to spend time with him and his dorky roommate Chris reached down and pinched his leg, he had to be dreaming.
Paul followed Chris to the little coffee shop off campus, he was pretty sure that he was on a date with that girl, but his roommate was there, the nerdy kid from class as he was walking he heard a voice from a few feet behind,
“Hey, Paul right?” it was the girl that had asked him to get a smoothie… Katie?
“Yeah, Katie right, hey, listen sorry I forgot I had some free time want to get a cup of coffee?” Paul asked using Katie as a cover to spy on Chris.
Katie was too shocked to actually speak; Paul had just asked her on a date! She wanted to spin in circles and scream
“Yeah sure, coffee would be cool” she responded trying to keep her emotions in check.
Steph, Chris and Eddie walked to the coffee shop in an awkward silence, well semi silence, Chris and Steph were silent, Eddie was going on about some video game or TV show or something Steph wasn’t really listening all that mattered was that Chris was voluntarily spending time with her!
The bells on top of the door chimed as they walked in the tiny coffee shop, it was packed but there was a table free in the back, “I’ll go save that table, I like iced coffee with lots of sugar,” she said to Chris trying her hardest to keep her cool. The bells chimed again as Paul and Katie walked in a few seconds behind them. Steph sat at the large table and thought to herself that this was odd, since of course it was kind of clear, at least to her that Paul was not interested in girls.
“Katie, you made it,” Eddie practically shouted in her direction,
“Uh yeah,”
“You should sit with us, what do you think Chris”
“Uh why not, that table seems big enough,”
“ Oh well thanks, but see I’m here with Paul,”
“So you can both sit with us, there aren’t any other tables anyway,” Chris wanted to smack his roommate couldn’t he see this girl was clearly on a date with this guy.
Paul wanted to squeal like a girl, his plan was working out much better than he thought; he was actually being invited to sit with Chris!
They ordered their drinks and made their way back to the table, where they sat in silence. None of them really knew one another at all. Eddie was firing questions rapidly at the collected group, things about television and movies and news stories, no one was really interested in what he was laying on the table; however under the table was a whole ‘nother story. Katie rested her foot against what she assumed was Paul’s loafer wearing foot, while in reality he was searching out Chris’s sneaker clad foot. Steph had rested her hand on Chris’s Knee.
Eddie was gesturing wildly when he knocked over a cup of coffee causing Steph to jump up from the table. While she was in the girl’s room trying to get Hot chocolate out of her shirt Chris noticed that the same foot was still resting against his. He looked under the table and saw Paul’s foot next to his own.
“Uh dude, I think you got the wrong the wrong foot.” Katie looked under the table and noticed that she had been resting her foot against the table leg, and indeed Paul and Chris had been in an intense game of footsie while they had all sat in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry it’s just that… I just thought that you…I thought you knew it was my foot.”
“Uhm what, listen, why would I be interested in playing footsie with a guy…” The last part of Chris’ sentence dragged on as a blush crept to Paul’s face. Paul was so embarrassed he wanted to die. Katie was in shock, if Paul was gay why had he asked her out to coffee?
Paul grabbed his stuff and trying to stay cool exited the coffee house, there was no way he could stay there now. The first time he actually tried to hang out with Chris, and it blows up in his face, of course Chris was straight, he never gave any hints that he wasn’t I was just so desperate for him to be available for me.
Steph returned to the table still blotting at her clothes,
“Where did that Paul kid go?”
“uh he had to leave,” Chris said trying to keep the poor guys dignity somewhat intact. As they returned to their weird excuse for conversation Katie noticed a very aggressive foot practically attacking her own. She acted like she was reaching for her purse and looked under the table, it was Eddie,of course it was him.
“Look Eddie, you’re a nice guy and all, but I’m really not interested in you, and it’s getting a little creepy with all your texts and saving me seats and taking notes for me, I’m sorry but just can you please knock it off.” Katie looked at the blonde haired boy, he looked as if he was about to cry at any second.
“But, you gave me your phone number…”
“So you could text me answers,”
“You sit next to me…”
“No, YOU sit next to ME”
“You came here! After I invited you you came and you’re sitting with me”
“Listen Eddie I only came here to be with Paul, clearly that didn’t work out but you had nothing to do with me coming here I’m sorry.” Eddie gathered his things and ran from coffee shop not trying to keep his cool or anything once the door slammed Katie winced. “I didn’t mean to upset him; I just can’t deal with that kind of stuff I had to set him straight.”
“Yeah, cool” Chris replied now clearly distracted.
“So steph, why the purple hair, what happened to the green?”
“Huh oh, I duno,” she was too busy to give the other girl a real answer; she couldn’t believe she was practically alone with Chris!
“Uhm, I guess I’ll leave you two alone then…” and with that Katie grabbed her stuff and headed for the door wondering how this day had gone from shitty to bizarre.
At the table Steph and Christ were finally left alone. She wanted to tell him everything about how she could never remember her weekends and how she likes to stare at him in class but nothing seemed to fit in this moment, just being here, sitting together everything was fitting together perfectly.
Chris was beyond joyous; Steph and himself were sitting alone at the coffee shop! He had no clue what to say to her he wanted to tell her that he thought he was in love with her, but he knew that that was too over the top instead he decided to try to break the ice,
“So, have you ever seen so much drama before noon?”
45.
I would like to start this post with an author's note/apology.
I have not seen my computer (nor my house) for the past day and
a half, so poem that I should have posted on 4/26 will be posted
tonight, as well as my second piece of fiction to be work shopped
in class tomorrow (4/28) I am very sorry for the late posting
of the fiction piece, and will bring copies to class myself
since I hope most of my class mates are lucky enough
to already be sleeping. with that all said, here goes a chunk
of posts.
NAPOWRIMO post 26.
The long space bar sticks, there are pink
stains where a bottle of nail polish
once spilled, the screen is dusty
and the '7' is missing. My computer
is beaten, worn, abused If I were it
I would not want to be tapped at for hours
my keys being angrily punched to the tune
of some old rock song of a past generation,
which of course is playing from it's speakers.
but my computer stays on bright and shining
letting me keep it awake till early hours of
the new day. It does not complain when I
slam down it's screen cursing and telling it
I just can't go on.
My computer just sits and patiently waits, for it
knows that soon it's vacation will come.
H.
I have not seen my computer (nor my house) for the past day and
a half, so poem that I should have posted on 4/26 will be posted
tonight, as well as my second piece of fiction to be work shopped
in class tomorrow (4/28) I am very sorry for the late posting
of the fiction piece, and will bring copies to class myself
since I hope most of my class mates are lucky enough
to already be sleeping. with that all said, here goes a chunk
of posts.
NAPOWRIMO post 26.
The long space bar sticks, there are pink
stains where a bottle of nail polish
once spilled, the screen is dusty
and the '7' is missing. My computer
is beaten, worn, abused If I were it
I would not want to be tapped at for hours
my keys being angrily punched to the tune
of some old rock song of a past generation,
which of course is playing from it's speakers.
but my computer stays on bright and shining
letting me keep it awake till early hours of
the new day. It does not complain when I
slam down it's screen cursing and telling it
I just can't go on.
My computer just sits and patiently waits, for it
knows that soon it's vacation will come.
H.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
44.
Napowrimo post 26. (4 more days to go!)
I stare at the computer screen I can almost see
my reflection staring back. I open the window
and type in your pseudonym, my hello is greeted
with a blank space, no response. That blank space
hurts worse than a silence. silence floats by
your blank space stays and mocks me, it screams
he's not here, he's to busy to stare,
at a computer screen while the sun is out shining.
I try my hardest to close the little box
with the flashing vertical line laughing with each blink.
but I am clinging to that cursor as my last life line,
before we've floated to far to return.
H.
I stare at the computer screen I can almost see
my reflection staring back. I open the window
and type in your pseudonym, my hello is greeted
with a blank space, no response. That blank space
hurts worse than a silence. silence floats by
your blank space stays and mocks me, it screams
he's not here, he's to busy to stare,
at a computer screen while the sun is out shining.
I try my hardest to close the little box
with the flashing vertical line laughing with each blink.
but I am clinging to that cursor as my last life line,
before we've floated to far to return.
H.
43.
napowrimo post 25.
(apparently last night I hit save now, and not Publish since I just found this in my drafts...)
how did you travel so far from your home
you look happy here day after day
but when you speak of your trip back to your land
your eyes become clouded with memory.
you are happier I see, when you think of your place,
across oceans and continents, far away.
if you had stayed would you be queen of the land?
for here you are not even admired.
H.
(apparently last night I hit save now, and not Publish since I just found this in my drafts...)
how did you travel so far from your home
you look happy here day after day
but when you speak of your trip back to your land
your eyes become clouded with memory.
you are happier I see, when you think of your place,
across oceans and continents, far away.
if you had stayed would you be queen of the land?
for here you are not even admired.
H.
Friday, April 23, 2010
42.
napowrimo post 23.
1.I smell of sweat flames
orange warm and smokey hot
fire can burn you
2.sticky sweet white pillows
the perfect mate to chocolate
rest on gram crackers
3.I can't think right now
creative juices have failed
next time real poems.
H.
1.I smell of sweat flames
orange warm and smokey hot
fire can burn you
2.sticky sweet white pillows
the perfect mate to chocolate
rest on gram crackers
3.I can't think right now
creative juices have failed
next time real poems.
H.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
41.
Napowrimo post 22.
Bitter like the grounds at the bottom of the pot.
no longer are you considered sweet or pleasant,
an aroma of anger and jealousy surrounds you.
You were not always this way,
once you were sunny and smiling with joy
but the priorities of society you force yourself to
follow have turned you grey and wearisome.
H.
Bitter like the grounds at the bottom of the pot.
no longer are you considered sweet or pleasant,
an aroma of anger and jealousy surrounds you.
You were not always this way,
once you were sunny and smiling with joy
but the priorities of society you force yourself to
follow have turned you grey and wearisome.
H.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
40.
napowrimo post 21.
According to the clock
according to the clock an appropriate time for slumber has long past me,
I stay awake till the birds are singing their sweet morning tunes.
Their call to rise is my lullaby as I slowly drift away
from the ever rising sun.
It's a race we have almost every dawn, who will win, will I dream
before he rises, or will he rise and judge my caffeinated
dreary eyed existence.
H.
According to the clock
according to the clock an appropriate time for slumber has long past me,
I stay awake till the birds are singing their sweet morning tunes.
Their call to rise is my lullaby as I slowly drift away
from the ever rising sun.
It's a race we have almost every dawn, who will win, will I dream
before he rises, or will he rise and judge my caffeinated
dreary eyed existence.
H.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
39.
Napowrimo post 20.
Hippy Girl
a flower behind one year in a shallow
attempt at being a flower child
to travel back in time is your wish,
but you wouldn't truly be happy.
wear all the peace signs you want, following
a fashion trend revisited won't make you
a new person of a past generation,
remove the blossom from your crown,
you look like a flower pot, not a flower child.
H.
Hippy Girl
a flower behind one year in a shallow
attempt at being a flower child
to travel back in time is your wish,
but you wouldn't truly be happy.
wear all the peace signs you want, following
a fashion trend revisited won't make you
a new person of a past generation,
remove the blossom from your crown,
you look like a flower pot, not a flower child.
H.
Monday, April 19, 2010
38.
napowrimo post 19.
Sister
You have a name I choose not to use
though it's pretty a flows to me it's not you
though taller and leaner a matching pair we are,
you with out me would be too terrible.
Always with a joke a smile a story we two together
need no one else. To me you are Child, young
and adventurous, also a name too common for your soul.
to you I am sister of wisdom and knowledge, I miss
when you thought I knew all.
afternoons spent in the yard in the grass drink in hand
sun above, laughing. You stand undefinable yet identified
in the thirteen letters, Samantha Allie.
H.
Sister
You have a name I choose not to use
though it's pretty a flows to me it's not you
though taller and leaner a matching pair we are,
you with out me would be too terrible.
Always with a joke a smile a story we two together
need no one else. To me you are Child, young
and adventurous, also a name too common for your soul.
to you I am sister of wisdom and knowledge, I miss
when you thought I knew all.
afternoons spent in the yard in the grass drink in hand
sun above, laughing. You stand undefinable yet identified
in the thirteen letters, Samantha Allie.
H.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
37.
napowrimo post number 18.
How to find happiness, success and wealth all while staying true to yourself in a modern world filled with many influence that may corrupt and cause you to stray from your cause.
own your identity
be free do not allow others
to claim ownership to what you are
be it a label or a look
you are a singular sensation
H.
(The prompt was a title that is longer than the poem itself)
How to find happiness, success and wealth all while staying true to yourself in a modern world filled with many influence that may corrupt and cause you to stray from your cause.
own your identity
be free do not allow others
to claim ownership to what you are
be it a label or a look
you are a singular sensation
H.
(The prompt was a title that is longer than the poem itself)
36.
napowrimo post 17 (a day late, no computer yesterday)
I can't stand it!
the mundane life
no money no adventure to be had
has become strife
I need to be out in the world I'm going mad
Customer after customer
coupons, price check, plastic bags that stick together with static electricity
forever a slave to the consumer
a soul engrossed with retail toxicity
always working never earning
money comes money goes, why can it never stay
trapped inside taunted with sunshine filled with that yearning
to leave this dream stomping penitentiary and be whisked away
H.
I can't stand it!
the mundane life
no money no adventure to be had
has become strife
I need to be out in the world I'm going mad
Customer after customer
coupons, price check, plastic bags that stick together with static electricity
forever a slave to the consumer
a soul engrossed with retail toxicity
always working never earning
money comes money goes, why can it never stay
trapped inside taunted with sunshine filled with that yearning
to leave this dream stomping penitentiary and be whisked away
H.
Friday, April 16, 2010
35.
napowrimo post 16.
chort jivot vozliy menya
When they arrived it was just four,
friendly, waving, chatting.
Then five, Then six, seven ten!
Loud, crude, revolting.
It became warm, we love the outdoors,
backyard patio, Puppy on a leash.
Their young ones too loved the out doors,
jumping fences, freeing the dog.
A solution was needed to remedy this quandary,
a fence, a wall, a barricade.
They built one up, It now stands seven feet tall,
white, solid, solitude.
No longer do they come to our yard,
separation, privacy.
But at night, we hear them loud and clear,
laughing, annoying.
the wall was not tall enough to keep out their voices,
Fences good neighbors does not always make.
H.
(The title is Russian, written in English letters so the translation might be a bit off It should say "The devil next door")
chort jivot vozliy menya
When they arrived it was just four,
friendly, waving, chatting.
Then five, Then six, seven ten!
Loud, crude, revolting.
It became warm, we love the outdoors,
backyard patio, Puppy on a leash.
Their young ones too loved the out doors,
jumping fences, freeing the dog.
A solution was needed to remedy this quandary,
a fence, a wall, a barricade.
They built one up, It now stands seven feet tall,
white, solid, solitude.
No longer do they come to our yard,
separation, privacy.
But at night, we hear them loud and clear,
laughing, annoying.
the wall was not tall enough to keep out their voices,
Fences good neighbors does not always make.
H.
(The title is Russian, written in English letters so the translation might be a bit off It should say "The devil next door")
Thursday, April 15, 2010
34.
napowrimo post 15.
As Romeo sweeps Juliet off her feet a sigh rings through the theater.
She is in love but not with a man with this building
the smell of the old house, dust and fresh ink on crisply folded paper soothes her.
As the dusty lights dim and she settles to her seat,
she impatiently awaits for the grand finale to once again be alone with this,
the hollowed home of Thespis
H.
As Romeo sweeps Juliet off her feet a sigh rings through the theater.
She is in love but not with a man with this building
the smell of the old house, dust and fresh ink on crisply folded paper soothes her.
As the dusty lights dim and she settles to her seat,
she impatiently awaits for the grand finale to once again be alone with this,
the hollowed home of Thespis
H.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
33.
napowrimo post 14.
The tension between us sits stiff as a plank,
though not even the sharpest saw could cut
through this wall of silence that now stands
between us.
Diagonally we stand across from one another
holding our ground in this silent stand off.
I bravely sneak a glance in your direction,
aided by my over sized shades.
Even through their tint I know you sense my eyes
as they shift, drinking you in quenching a thirst
I thought I still possesed.
It wasn't thirst I had believed it was doubt,
and now I have non, you do nothing for me no.
H.
The tension between us sits stiff as a plank,
though not even the sharpest saw could cut
through this wall of silence that now stands
between us.
Diagonally we stand across from one another
holding our ground in this silent stand off.
I bravely sneak a glance in your direction,
aided by my over sized shades.
Even through their tint I know you sense my eyes
as they shift, drinking you in quenching a thirst
I thought I still possesed.
It wasn't thirst I had believed it was doubt,
and now I have non, you do nothing for me no.
H.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
32.
Napowrimo Post 13
There was a prompt to write a "cleave" poem the bold is read as a poem the unbolded a poem, and then all together as one.
tonight's sky filled to the brim, high up above
shimmers with tiny orbs of hopes desire
positivity and negativity
glass half empty glass half full
I look above to watch it overflow
see it leaking down toward earth with all it's ideas
uhm.. not as easy a prompt as it may sound.
H.
There was a prompt to write a "cleave" poem the bold is read as a poem the unbolded a poem, and then all together as one.
tonight's sky filled to the brim, high up above
shimmers with tiny orbs of hopes desire
positivity and negativity
glass half empty glass half full
I look above to watch it overflow
see it leaking down toward earth with all it's ideas
uhm.. not as easy a prompt as it may sound.
H.
Monday, April 12, 2010
31.
NAPOWRIMO post 12
and at a dozen I turn to prompts. the first was to write about the one that got away so to speak. the second is a draft I may expand on at submit to myself formally for napowrimo later.
Regret
I'm sorry for leaving you behind
there were just too many to choose
I never imagined leaving you would
be such a mistake. next time I see you
would you forgive me and come back to my place
all I wanted was to try something new,
I didn't know how unhappy I would be
next time Ice Mocha I will remember
you're the one for me.
when
when I grow up and get out of here I will make a change
I will go to museams and eat pretzels from the man on the corner
I will be at all the cool shows that happen after the curtain falls
I will be seen with the right people at the right time
Who decides when you have to call yourself grown up anyway
You're not grown up till you have no where left to grow to.
H.
and at a dozen I turn to prompts. the first was to write about the one that got away so to speak. the second is a draft I may expand on at submit to myself formally for napowrimo later.
Regret
I'm sorry for leaving you behind
there were just too many to choose
I never imagined leaving you would
be such a mistake. next time I see you
would you forgive me and come back to my place
all I wanted was to try something new,
I didn't know how unhappy I would be
next time Ice Mocha I will remember
you're the one for me.
when
when I grow up and get out of here I will make a change
I will go to museams and eat pretzels from the man on the corner
I will be at all the cool shows that happen after the curtain falls
I will be seen with the right people at the right time
Who decides when you have to call yourself grown up anyway
You're not grown up till you have no where left to grow to.
H.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
30.
napowrimo post 11.
Sunday Sans Smile
Thank you for ruining my smile
a wake up call filled with too much sun
a car with just enough fuel for it's last mile
a bank account with no more funds
That picture made me sick
you never stop to think of others
you've made it perfectly clear which one of us you'd pick
you threw me more pain so much it smothers.
H.
Sunday Sans Smile
Thank you for ruining my smile
a wake up call filled with too much sun
a car with just enough fuel for it's last mile
a bank account with no more funds
That picture made me sick
you never stop to think of others
you've made it perfectly clear which one of us you'd pick
you threw me more pain so much it smothers.
H.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
29.
NAPOWRIMO post 10
Tonight was awful
never before have I felt the loss of you so much.
In a mass panic of anxiousness I wanted to call you,
to hear your voice and laugh, to listen to you say anything
but I didn't.
nights like this I would rush home and then rush again to your side,
nothing was hard to handle when I had you behind me.
As I reached for my phone swimming in a haze of memories I slam back into reality
I was falling with no net, I needed to speak to you,
but I couldn't.
the frustration built I was depressed, hysterical, in a panic
how dare you be absent when I need you most.
Then I remember it was I that enforced this silence,
pissed at myself. Once again I reached for my phone, finger hovering over the one
little button that would release the dam that collected all the silence,
all I had to do was push send
but I can't.
H.
Tonight was awful
never before have I felt the loss of you so much.
In a mass panic of anxiousness I wanted to call you,
to hear your voice and laugh, to listen to you say anything
but I didn't.
nights like this I would rush home and then rush again to your side,
nothing was hard to handle when I had you behind me.
As I reached for my phone swimming in a haze of memories I slam back into reality
I was falling with no net, I needed to speak to you,
but I couldn't.
the frustration built I was depressed, hysterical, in a panic
how dare you be absent when I need you most.
Then I remember it was I that enforced this silence,
pissed at myself. Once again I reached for my phone, finger hovering over the one
little button that would release the dam that collected all the silence,
all I had to do was push send
but I can't.
H.
Friday, April 9, 2010
28.
NAPOWRIMO Post Number 9.
21.
brown curly, brown straight.
grey,green,blue, brown spot.
tallish, kinda short.
dimples and freckles
the silver surface shows me
these things as I stare into
the orbs that stare back
I am begging for answers
she is offering none, for we know
all the same things
but then why does she seem to smirk
with a knowledge that I lack.
H.
21.
brown curly, brown straight.
grey,green,blue, brown spot.
tallish, kinda short.
dimples and freckles
the silver surface shows me
these things as I stare into
the orbs that stare back
I am begging for answers
she is offering none, for we know
all the same things
but then why does she seem to smirk
with a knowledge that I lack.
H.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
27.
NAPOWRIMO post number 8 (a little late due to computers hating me)
Today after nearly a month
we almost made contact
would I have survived
for ten months plus some more
you were my constant
and now it's like we're strangers
when I found your book I was
excited, I secretly hopped you would show
that I would be forced to see you
and we would be forced to look at each other
but you never came.
now the rain is pouring and I feel as through
we were chalk on a side walk,
ancient history when the drops touch the ground
H.
Today after nearly a month
we almost made contact
would I have survived
for ten months plus some more
you were my constant
and now it's like we're strangers
when I found your book I was
excited, I secretly hopped you would show
that I would be forced to see you
and we would be forced to look at each other
but you never came.
now the rain is pouring and I feel as through
we were chalk on a side walk,
ancient history when the drops touch the ground
H.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
26.
NAPOWRIMO post number 7
Making it Mine
I'm done worrying about you
about your thoughts your side remarks
I'm taking this weather and making it mine
I will wear what I want say what I want and do,
WHAT I WANT
Those dresses I kept collecting in the closet
will this year see the light of day
frilly and pink, glittery and green
I'm taking this weather and making it mine
Some complain about the sudden heat
the sweat drips from their forehead
I drip along too but wear a smile on my face
the fabric swishes as I walk head held high,
I'm Taking this weather and making it mine.
Making it Mine
I'm done worrying about you
about your thoughts your side remarks
I'm taking this weather and making it mine
I will wear what I want say what I want and do,
WHAT I WANT
Those dresses I kept collecting in the closet
will this year see the light of day
frilly and pink, glittery and green
I'm taking this weather and making it mine
Some complain about the sudden heat
the sweat drips from their forehead
I drip along too but wear a smile on my face
the fabric swishes as I walk head held high,
I'm Taking this weather and making it mine.
25.
Fiction Piece Number 2.
Missed Connections
Katie rolled over covering her eyes with a pillow as the sun shone across her face, why had she decided to put her bed under the window anyways. Downstairs she could hear the dog barking, most likely at someone walking outside. She opened one eye to look at her alarm clock, 10:20 am, class started at 10. She got out of bed with as much energy as she could muster grabbed the first pair of jeans she could find and her favorite old tee shirt, the one with the coffee stain on the left sleeve, slipping her feet into a pair of flip flops as she gathered her hair into a pony tail “why do I always manage to sleep through my alarm” she wondered.
She ran down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen hoping there was something she could eat while she drove. She looked through the cabinets and found nothing, “guess coffee will have to do” she said to the empty room. She reached up to grab a travel cup and then her eyes fell on the black and silver coffee maker…. Empty not a drop had been left for her, “thanks mom and dad”. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
Key in the ignition her phone beeps, “class started, where are you?” it was Eddie, the nerdy freshmen that always sat next to her in class. Her phone beeped again, “Hope you’re coming, I saved you a seat” wow, this kid just doesn’t know when to give up.
“Please don’t tell me you’re texting Katie,” Chris looked over to see his roommate furiously typing out some undoubtedly grammatically correct text to his crush. “Ed man I told you, she’s never going to like you, especially if you keep annoying her like this.”
“I’m just letting her know that I’ve saved her a seat, and besides how can you say that, she gave me her number didn’t she?”
“Yeah, so you could text her the answers to last week’s test, trust me man, a girl like that could never like a guy like you.”
“Whatever” Eddie dropped his phone into his bag and took out an extra sheet of paper, now copying two sets of notes.
“Please do not take notes for this girl! You’re wasting your time,”
“Just leave me alone ok, we can’t all be Mr. Cool like you Chris.”
Chris sat back in his chair, yeah, cool like him. Too bad he wasn’t cool at least not to Steph, the one person on this campus he would do anything to have notice him. Before transferring here Chris was just like Eddie, a nerd, he spent his weekends playing video games and writing fan fiction for whatever sci-fi trend was hot at that time. He wore jeans from K mart and tee shirts with video game characters on them, and he wasn’t wearing them ironically. When he transferred he decided to remake himself, become a cool guy one that went to parties and drank beer and maybe even talked to girls, however when he moved in he was met with a replica of himself only a foot shorter and with curly blonde hair, Eddie. They got along fine as roommates, but Eddie was constantly bringing Chris down, yelling at him not to forget their video game marathons in crowded hall ways or following him to parties, Eddie was like a permanent cock block and Chris couldn’t get rid of, and he just didn’t have the heart to be mean to Eddie.
Chris looked two seats over to where Steph sat, her brown hair had purple streaks in it, last week it had been green. She was into art and bands that no one cared about until they were overly famous, which then of course caused her to hate them. She smoked Cigarettes and wore clothes that always looked slept in. She was always going to concerts and meeting crazy musicians, last week Chris had managed to talk to her for a few minutes after class, it was sheer bliss she had even offered him a cigarette and when he refused she simply said, “That’s cool” it was great until Eddie had showed up and dragged Chris away saying that he shouldn’t hang around people that smoke, “second hand smoke can still cause cancer blah blah blah.”
Steph looked up from her ratty notebook and saw Chris staring at her; he didn’t look away fast enough, great now she thinks I’m a creep, maybe if I wave at her? Great, I waved and she looked away I’ll never get her now.
Steph sat in her desk furiously scribbling away trying to piece together her weekend. Her mom warned her that living like this would lead to destruction, why moms always have to be right. The flow chart she was creating in bright green ink was making her sick, concert Friday night, coke in the bathroom with that chick from that band…. Or was she with the bartender…. Then onto the bus to interview the drummer from Sin Sin Sin….then a bottle of tequillia and…. Black out. Saturday she had woken up at her sisters, who didn’t look all too pleased to have her 20 year old sibling passed out on her couch sleeping off a hangover. Then Saturday night, she remembered playing pool with some guys she had met that afternoon in the city, they went to a BYOB place and she could remember drinking something that had made her insides burn and then waking up in bed with the guy with the green shoes Chad? Chaz? Chuck? Fuck, if only she could remember what had happened.
Steph turned to stare out the window and saw Chris staring at her, why did she have to be so messed up, why she couldn’t be a nice girl and date a nice guy like Chris. Too bad he would never want her, not with a past filled with weekends like this and Monday mornings spent trying to figure out if she’d need to get tested again or not. Just then the door slammed open and Katie walked in and sat down.
Eddie had saved her a seat and it was perfect, right behind Paul, so close she could smell the faint scent of hair gel and laundry detergent. “Thanks” she mouthed to Eddie before opening her bag and digging out her notebook. She opened it to a new page,
“Here, I started taking notes for you” Eddie handed her a sheet filled with his shitty chicken scratch.
“Uh thanks, you didn’t have to.” Eddie sheepishly shrugged his shoulders in reply, whatever, that kid was so weird sometimes. Now, back to Paul. Katie looked at her notes from the class before she had started sketching his chiseled features in the margin. She stared at the image imagining what it would be like to kiss those perfectly pouted lips that now sat above one of the three holes on her notebook paper. She heard a cough and looked back up to the front of the room and almost screamed; Paul was turned in his desk, staring straight at her.
If I just turn around and ask that late girl if she has a pencil would it be really weird? I mean why did I wait a half hour since the start of class to ask someone for a pencil, ugh but I really want to turn around and see Chris. Ok, just say that you’re pen ran out of ink! That’s totally understandable.
Paul turned around to see Katie staring at a face drawn in her notebook, it almost looked like him, he cleared his throat to get her attention, while using this time to stare at the boy two seats down, “uhm do you have an extra pen, mine ran out of ink,”
Katie almost died; Paul was actually talking to her! She grabbed her bag and started riffling through it, please please let there be an extra pen somewhere,
“Here, I have an extra pen,” Chris said reaching across Eddie towards Paul, now it was Paul’s turn to swoon, he couldn’t believe that Chris was actually talking to him, let alone lending him a pen.
“Uh wow. Thanks,” wow thanks? What’s wrong with you Paul thought as he turned back around, the guy you’ve been obsessing over for the past two weeks lends you a pen and all you can say is wow thanks! I can’t believe I’m even obsessing over some one, I haven’t even told anyone I’m gay yet and here I am fantasizing over a guy that just lent me a pencil, what’s wrong with me. But he does have the most amazing green eyes, I need to talk to him again I always see him with that kid that sits next to him. I don’t even know if Chris is gay I mean he could be… but then again anyone could be, he’s just so gorgeous I have to talk to him.
Maybe I could write a note to give to him after class, or maybe forget to give him back the pen and then have to run into him later, or stop by his room tonight….
Chris looked back over to where Steph was sitting she looked like she was working really hard on something, I wonder If she’d have coffee with me or something, I mean we did talk last week , maybe I should write her a note….
“Hey, Katie I’m glad you made it to class what happened?”
“I over slept….” Katie didn’t mean to be short with Eddie it’s just that how could she be expected to keep up a conversation with him when Paul had just spoken directly to her!
“Class is dismissed, and Miss Gellar, don’t think I didn’t notice you slip in late…” Professor Tuttle was saying at the front of the room, all around people were packing up and trying to race one another to the door Chris felt a hand on his arm,
“Hey, thanks for the pen,”
“Sure no problem,” He took the pen and raced out the door hoping to catch Steph.
“Katie since we got out of class early would you want to come to my room to see my newest video game, the graphics is so advanced it’s like you’re in the game,”
“Uh no thanks Eddie,” Katie mumbled as she ran out the door trying to catch Paul. As she rounded the corner out of the classroom however her wish was granted, she ran smack into Paul’s back.
“Uh sorry, hey since we got out of class early and all would you maybe want to get a smoothie or something?”
“Huh oh uh no.” Paul was trying to watch Chris talk to that weird girl that always had different colored streaks in her hair, was he asking her out?
“…So uh yeah since we got out go class early I was wondering if maybe I could uhm get you uh a cup of coffee or something,” Was Chris actually asking her out, Steph was so happy she could cry, this can’t really be happening.
“hey Chris, what are we going to do now,” Eddie appeared at Chris’ side as always totally killing any chance he could have ever had with Steph now.
“I don’t know Eddie...”
“Hey, why don’t you join us, Chris was going to buy me a cup of coffee, weren’t you?” did Steph really want to spend time with him and his dorky roommate Chris reached down and pinched his leg, he had to be dreaming.
Paul followed Chris to the little coffee shop off campus, he was pretty sure that he was on a date with that girl, but his roommate was there, the nerdy kid from class as he was walking he heard a voice from a few feet behind,
“Hey, Paul right?” it was the girl that had asked him to get a smoothie… Katie?
“Yeah, Katie right, hey, listen sorry I forgot I had some free time want to get a cup of coffee?” Paul asked using Katie as a cover to spy on Chris.
Katie was too shocked to actually speak; Paul had just asked her on a date! She wanted to spin in circles and scream
“Yeah sure, coffee would be cool” she responded trying to keep her emotions in check.
Steph, Chris and Eddie walked to the coffee shop in an awkward silence, well semi silence, Chris and Steph were silent, Eddie was going on about some video game or TV show or something Steph wasn’t really listening all that mattered was that Chris was voluntarily spending time with her!
The bells on top of the door chimed as they walked in the tiny coffee shop, it was packed but there was a table free in the back, “I’ll go save that table, I like iced coffee with lots of sugar,” she said to Chris trying her hardest to keep her cool. The bells chimed again as Paul and Katie walked in a few second behind them. Steph sat at the large table and though to herself that this was odd, since of course it was kind of clear at least to her that Paul was not interested in girls.
“Katie, you made it,” Eddie practically shouted in her direction,
“Uh yeah,”
“You should sit with us, what do you think Chris”
“Uh why not, that table seems big enough,”
“Oh well thanks, but see I’m here with Paul,”
“So you can both sit with us, there aren’t any other tables anyway,” Chris wanted to smack his roommate couldn’t he see this girl was clearly on a date with this guy. Paul wanted to squeal like a girl, his plan was working out much better than he thought; he was actually being invited to sit with Chris!
They ordered their drinks and made their way back to the table, where they sat in silence. None of them really knew one another at all. Eddie was firing questions rapidly at the collected group, things about television and movies and news stories, no one was really interested in what he was laying on the table; however under the table was a whole nother story. Katie rested her foot against what she assumed was Paul’s loafer wearing shoe while in reality he was searching out Chris’s sneaker clad foot. Steph had rested her hand on Chris’s Knee.
Eddie was gesturing wildly when he knocked over a cup of coffee causing Steph to jump up from the table. While she was in the girl’s room trying to get Hot chocolate out of her shirt Chris noticed that the same foot was still resting against his. He looked under the table and saw Paul’s foot next to his own.
“Uh dude, I think you got the wrong the wrong foot.”
Katie looked under the table and noticed that she had been resting her foot against the table leg, and indeed Paul and Chris had been in an intense game of footsie while they had all sat in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry it’s just that… I just thought that you…I thought you knew it was my foot.”
“Uhm what, listen, why would I be interested in playing footsie with a guy…oh my god you’re gay aren’t you!” The last part of Chris’ sentence came out as a yell. Paul was so embarrassed he wanted to die. Katie was in shock, if Paul was gay why had he asked her out to coffee?
Paul grabbed his stuff and trying to stay cool exited the coffee house, there was no way he could stay there now. The first time he actually is able to reveal who he is, and it blows up in his face, “of course Chris was straight, he never gave any hints that he wasn’t I was just so desperate for him to be available for me.”
Steph returned to the table still blotting at her clothes, “Where did that Paul kid go?” uh he had to leave Chris said trying to keep the poor guys dignity somewhat intact. As they returned to their weird excuse for conversation Katie noticed a very aggressive foot practically attacking her own. She acted like she was reaching for her purse and looked under the table, it was Eddie of course it was him.
“look Eddie, you’re a nice guy and all, but I’m really not interested in you, and it’s getting a little creepy with all your texts and saving me seats and taking notes for me, I’m sorry but just can you please knock it off.” Katie looked at the blonde haired boy, he looked as if he was about to cry at any second.
“But, you gave me your phone number…”
“So you could text me answers,”
“You sit next to me…”
“No, YOU sit next to ME”
“You came here! After I invited you you came and you’re sitting with me”
“Listen Eddie I only came here to be with Paul, clearly that didn’t work out but you had nothing to do with me coming here I’m sorry.” Eddie gathered his things and ran from coffee shop not trying to keep his cool or anything once the door slammed Katie winced. “I didn’t mean to upset him; I just can’t deal with that kind of stuff I had to set him straight.”
“Yeah, cool” Chris replied now clearly distracted.
“So steph, why the purple hair, what happened to the green?”
“Huh oh, I duno,” she was too busy to give the other girl a real answer; she couldn’t believe she was practically alone with Chris!
“Uhm, I guess I’ll leave you two alone then…” and with that Katie grabbed her stuff and headed for the door wondering how this day had gone from shitty to bizarre.
At the table Steph and Christ were finally left alone. She wanted to tell him everything about how she could never remember her weekends and how she likes to stare at him in class but nothing seemed to fit in this moment, just being here, sitting together everything was fitting together perfectly.
Chris was beyond joyous; Steph and himself were not sitting alone at the coffee shop. He had no clue what to say to her he wanted to tell her that he thought he was in love with her, but he knew that that was too over the top instead he decided to try to break the ice,
“So, have you ever seen so much drama before noon?”
H.
Missed Connections
Katie rolled over covering her eyes with a pillow as the sun shone across her face, why had she decided to put her bed under the window anyways. Downstairs she could hear the dog barking, most likely at someone walking outside. She opened one eye to look at her alarm clock, 10:20 am, class started at 10. She got out of bed with as much energy as she could muster grabbed the first pair of jeans she could find and her favorite old tee shirt, the one with the coffee stain on the left sleeve, slipping her feet into a pair of flip flops as she gathered her hair into a pony tail “why do I always manage to sleep through my alarm” she wondered.
She ran down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen hoping there was something she could eat while she drove. She looked through the cabinets and found nothing, “guess coffee will have to do” she said to the empty room. She reached up to grab a travel cup and then her eyes fell on the black and silver coffee maker…. Empty not a drop had been left for her, “thanks mom and dad”. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
Key in the ignition her phone beeps, “class started, where are you?” it was Eddie, the nerdy freshmen that always sat next to her in class. Her phone beeped again, “Hope you’re coming, I saved you a seat” wow, this kid just doesn’t know when to give up.
“Please don’t tell me you’re texting Katie,” Chris looked over to see his roommate furiously typing out some undoubtedly grammatically correct text to his crush. “Ed man I told you, she’s never going to like you, especially if you keep annoying her like this.”
“I’m just letting her know that I’ve saved her a seat, and besides how can you say that, she gave me her number didn’t she?”
“Yeah, so you could text her the answers to last week’s test, trust me man, a girl like that could never like a guy like you.”
“Whatever” Eddie dropped his phone into his bag and took out an extra sheet of paper, now copying two sets of notes.
“Please do not take notes for this girl! You’re wasting your time,”
“Just leave me alone ok, we can’t all be Mr. Cool like you Chris.”
Chris sat back in his chair, yeah, cool like him. Too bad he wasn’t cool at least not to Steph, the one person on this campus he would do anything to have notice him. Before transferring here Chris was just like Eddie, a nerd, he spent his weekends playing video games and writing fan fiction for whatever sci-fi trend was hot at that time. He wore jeans from K mart and tee shirts with video game characters on them, and he wasn’t wearing them ironically. When he transferred he decided to remake himself, become a cool guy one that went to parties and drank beer and maybe even talked to girls, however when he moved in he was met with a replica of himself only a foot shorter and with curly blonde hair, Eddie. They got along fine as roommates, but Eddie was constantly bringing Chris down, yelling at him not to forget their video game marathons in crowded hall ways or following him to parties, Eddie was like a permanent cock block and Chris couldn’t get rid of, and he just didn’t have the heart to be mean to Eddie.
Chris looked two seats over to where Steph sat, her brown hair had purple streaks in it, last week it had been green. She was into art and bands that no one cared about until they were overly famous, which then of course caused her to hate them. She smoked Cigarettes and wore clothes that always looked slept in. She was always going to concerts and meeting crazy musicians, last week Chris had managed to talk to her for a few minutes after class, it was sheer bliss she had even offered him a cigarette and when he refused she simply said, “That’s cool” it was great until Eddie had showed up and dragged Chris away saying that he shouldn’t hang around people that smoke, “second hand smoke can still cause cancer blah blah blah.”
Steph looked up from her ratty notebook and saw Chris staring at her; he didn’t look away fast enough, great now she thinks I’m a creep, maybe if I wave at her? Great, I waved and she looked away I’ll never get her now.
Steph sat in her desk furiously scribbling away trying to piece together her weekend. Her mom warned her that living like this would lead to destruction, why moms always have to be right. The flow chart she was creating in bright green ink was making her sick, concert Friday night, coke in the bathroom with that chick from that band…. Or was she with the bartender…. Then onto the bus to interview the drummer from Sin Sin Sin….then a bottle of tequillia and…. Black out. Saturday she had woken up at her sisters, who didn’t look all too pleased to have her 20 year old sibling passed out on her couch sleeping off a hangover. Then Saturday night, she remembered playing pool with some guys she had met that afternoon in the city, they went to a BYOB place and she could remember drinking something that had made her insides burn and then waking up in bed with the guy with the green shoes Chad? Chaz? Chuck? Fuck, if only she could remember what had happened.
Steph turned to stare out the window and saw Chris staring at her, why did she have to be so messed up, why she couldn’t be a nice girl and date a nice guy like Chris. Too bad he would never want her, not with a past filled with weekends like this and Monday mornings spent trying to figure out if she’d need to get tested again or not. Just then the door slammed open and Katie walked in and sat down.
Eddie had saved her a seat and it was perfect, right behind Paul, so close she could smell the faint scent of hair gel and laundry detergent. “Thanks” she mouthed to Eddie before opening her bag and digging out her notebook. She opened it to a new page,
“Here, I started taking notes for you” Eddie handed her a sheet filled with his shitty chicken scratch.
“Uh thanks, you didn’t have to.” Eddie sheepishly shrugged his shoulders in reply, whatever, that kid was so weird sometimes. Now, back to Paul. Katie looked at her notes from the class before she had started sketching his chiseled features in the margin. She stared at the image imagining what it would be like to kiss those perfectly pouted lips that now sat above one of the three holes on her notebook paper. She heard a cough and looked back up to the front of the room and almost screamed; Paul was turned in his desk, staring straight at her.
If I just turn around and ask that late girl if she has a pencil would it be really weird? I mean why did I wait a half hour since the start of class to ask someone for a pencil, ugh but I really want to turn around and see Chris. Ok, just say that you’re pen ran out of ink! That’s totally understandable.
Paul turned around to see Katie staring at a face drawn in her notebook, it almost looked like him, he cleared his throat to get her attention, while using this time to stare at the boy two seats down, “uhm do you have an extra pen, mine ran out of ink,”
Katie almost died; Paul was actually talking to her! She grabbed her bag and started riffling through it, please please let there be an extra pen somewhere,
“Here, I have an extra pen,” Chris said reaching across Eddie towards Paul, now it was Paul’s turn to swoon, he couldn’t believe that Chris was actually talking to him, let alone lending him a pen.
“Uh wow. Thanks,” wow thanks? What’s wrong with you Paul thought as he turned back around, the guy you’ve been obsessing over for the past two weeks lends you a pen and all you can say is wow thanks! I can’t believe I’m even obsessing over some one, I haven’t even told anyone I’m gay yet and here I am fantasizing over a guy that just lent me a pencil, what’s wrong with me. But he does have the most amazing green eyes, I need to talk to him again I always see him with that kid that sits next to him. I don’t even know if Chris is gay I mean he could be… but then again anyone could be, he’s just so gorgeous I have to talk to him.
Maybe I could write a note to give to him after class, or maybe forget to give him back the pen and then have to run into him later, or stop by his room tonight….
Chris looked back over to where Steph was sitting she looked like she was working really hard on something, I wonder If she’d have coffee with me or something, I mean we did talk last week , maybe I should write her a note….
“Hey, Katie I’m glad you made it to class what happened?”
“I over slept….” Katie didn’t mean to be short with Eddie it’s just that how could she be expected to keep up a conversation with him when Paul had just spoken directly to her!
“Class is dismissed, and Miss Gellar, don’t think I didn’t notice you slip in late…” Professor Tuttle was saying at the front of the room, all around people were packing up and trying to race one another to the door Chris felt a hand on his arm,
“Hey, thanks for the pen,”
“Sure no problem,” He took the pen and raced out the door hoping to catch Steph.
“Katie since we got out of class early would you want to come to my room to see my newest video game, the graphics is so advanced it’s like you’re in the game,”
“Uh no thanks Eddie,” Katie mumbled as she ran out the door trying to catch Paul. As she rounded the corner out of the classroom however her wish was granted, she ran smack into Paul’s back.
“Uh sorry, hey since we got out of class early and all would you maybe want to get a smoothie or something?”
“Huh oh uh no.” Paul was trying to watch Chris talk to that weird girl that always had different colored streaks in her hair, was he asking her out?
“…So uh yeah since we got out go class early I was wondering if maybe I could uhm get you uh a cup of coffee or something,” Was Chris actually asking her out, Steph was so happy she could cry, this can’t really be happening.
“hey Chris, what are we going to do now,” Eddie appeared at Chris’ side as always totally killing any chance he could have ever had with Steph now.
“I don’t know Eddie...”
“Hey, why don’t you join us, Chris was going to buy me a cup of coffee, weren’t you?” did Steph really want to spend time with him and his dorky roommate Chris reached down and pinched his leg, he had to be dreaming.
Paul followed Chris to the little coffee shop off campus, he was pretty sure that he was on a date with that girl, but his roommate was there, the nerdy kid from class as he was walking he heard a voice from a few feet behind,
“Hey, Paul right?” it was the girl that had asked him to get a smoothie… Katie?
“Yeah, Katie right, hey, listen sorry I forgot I had some free time want to get a cup of coffee?” Paul asked using Katie as a cover to spy on Chris.
Katie was too shocked to actually speak; Paul had just asked her on a date! She wanted to spin in circles and scream
“Yeah sure, coffee would be cool” she responded trying to keep her emotions in check.
Steph, Chris and Eddie walked to the coffee shop in an awkward silence, well semi silence, Chris and Steph were silent, Eddie was going on about some video game or TV show or something Steph wasn’t really listening all that mattered was that Chris was voluntarily spending time with her!
The bells on top of the door chimed as they walked in the tiny coffee shop, it was packed but there was a table free in the back, “I’ll go save that table, I like iced coffee with lots of sugar,” she said to Chris trying her hardest to keep her cool. The bells chimed again as Paul and Katie walked in a few second behind them. Steph sat at the large table and though to herself that this was odd, since of course it was kind of clear at least to her that Paul was not interested in girls.
“Katie, you made it,” Eddie practically shouted in her direction,
“Uh yeah,”
“You should sit with us, what do you think Chris”
“Uh why not, that table seems big enough,”
“Oh well thanks, but see I’m here with Paul,”
“So you can both sit with us, there aren’t any other tables anyway,” Chris wanted to smack his roommate couldn’t he see this girl was clearly on a date with this guy. Paul wanted to squeal like a girl, his plan was working out much better than he thought; he was actually being invited to sit with Chris!
They ordered their drinks and made their way back to the table, where they sat in silence. None of them really knew one another at all. Eddie was firing questions rapidly at the collected group, things about television and movies and news stories, no one was really interested in what he was laying on the table; however under the table was a whole nother story. Katie rested her foot against what she assumed was Paul’s loafer wearing shoe while in reality he was searching out Chris’s sneaker clad foot. Steph had rested her hand on Chris’s Knee.
Eddie was gesturing wildly when he knocked over a cup of coffee causing Steph to jump up from the table. While she was in the girl’s room trying to get Hot chocolate out of her shirt Chris noticed that the same foot was still resting against his. He looked under the table and saw Paul’s foot next to his own.
“Uh dude, I think you got the wrong the wrong foot.”
Katie looked under the table and noticed that she had been resting her foot against the table leg, and indeed Paul and Chris had been in an intense game of footsie while they had all sat in awkward silence.
“I’m sorry it’s just that… I just thought that you…I thought you knew it was my foot.”
“Uhm what, listen, why would I be interested in playing footsie with a guy…oh my god you’re gay aren’t you!” The last part of Chris’ sentence came out as a yell. Paul was so embarrassed he wanted to die. Katie was in shock, if Paul was gay why had he asked her out to coffee?
Paul grabbed his stuff and trying to stay cool exited the coffee house, there was no way he could stay there now. The first time he actually is able to reveal who he is, and it blows up in his face, “of course Chris was straight, he never gave any hints that he wasn’t I was just so desperate for him to be available for me.”
Steph returned to the table still blotting at her clothes, “Where did that Paul kid go?” uh he had to leave Chris said trying to keep the poor guys dignity somewhat intact. As they returned to their weird excuse for conversation Katie noticed a very aggressive foot practically attacking her own. She acted like she was reaching for her purse and looked under the table, it was Eddie of course it was him.
“look Eddie, you’re a nice guy and all, but I’m really not interested in you, and it’s getting a little creepy with all your texts and saving me seats and taking notes for me, I’m sorry but just can you please knock it off.” Katie looked at the blonde haired boy, he looked as if he was about to cry at any second.
“But, you gave me your phone number…”
“So you could text me answers,”
“You sit next to me…”
“No, YOU sit next to ME”
“You came here! After I invited you you came and you’re sitting with me”
“Listen Eddie I only came here to be with Paul, clearly that didn’t work out but you had nothing to do with me coming here I’m sorry.” Eddie gathered his things and ran from coffee shop not trying to keep his cool or anything once the door slammed Katie winced. “I didn’t mean to upset him; I just can’t deal with that kind of stuff I had to set him straight.”
“Yeah, cool” Chris replied now clearly distracted.
“So steph, why the purple hair, what happened to the green?”
“Huh oh, I duno,” she was too busy to give the other girl a real answer; she couldn’t believe she was practically alone with Chris!
“Uhm, I guess I’ll leave you two alone then…” and with that Katie grabbed her stuff and headed for the door wondering how this day had gone from shitty to bizarre.
At the table Steph and Christ were finally left alone. She wanted to tell him everything about how she could never remember her weekends and how she likes to stare at him in class but nothing seemed to fit in this moment, just being here, sitting together everything was fitting together perfectly.
Chris was beyond joyous; Steph and himself were not sitting alone at the coffee shop. He had no clue what to say to her he wanted to tell her that he thought he was in love with her, but he knew that that was too over the top instead he decided to try to break the ice,
“So, have you ever seen so much drama before noon?”
H.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
24.
NAPOWRIMO post number 6!
Employed against my will
in the factory of ideas
The work is simple, the hours long
my happiness drained.
my eternity here has made my muscles weak,
smiling is no longer possible.
with a steady hand I shift and shift lining them up.
tear them down start from scratch
thrown all around littering the floor
like bodies after a storm.
I feel no pain for these victims since I am their prisoner
H.
Employed against my will
in the factory of ideas
The work is simple, the hours long
my happiness drained.
my eternity here has made my muscles weak,
smiling is no longer possible.
with a steady hand I shift and shift lining them up.
tear them down start from scratch
thrown all around littering the floor
like bodies after a storm.
I feel no pain for these victims since I am their prisoner
H.
Monday, April 5, 2010
23.
NAPOWRIMO post number 5
chaotic classroom.
Here I go again, pen to paper with no thought to mind.
scribbling letters in stupidity isn't this divine.
my lids heavy feeling the effects of last nights unrest,
if I could sleep that would be best. around me so much
noise, but not a word is being spoken their silent
screaming is so loud. I think my ears have broken.
H.
chaotic classroom.
Here I go again, pen to paper with no thought to mind.
scribbling letters in stupidity isn't this divine.
my lids heavy feeling the effects of last nights unrest,
if I could sleep that would be best. around me so much
noise, but not a word is being spoken their silent
screaming is so loud. I think my ears have broken.
H.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
22.
NAPOWRIMO post number 4
Dear Gods and Goddesses of NAPOWRIMO please forgive me. It seems as though post 21 was actually posted on Friday, not Saturday though I swear it was after 12 when I wrote that. And due to homework I have just now logged on to post my Sunday Poem though the evil clock is telling me it is technically already Monday, but I swear at the end of the month I will have posted 30 poems in 30 days and I hope that is good enough even with these two small timing errors :-( . So here it is, poem number 4.
the sweet nectar of the caffeinated generation dances across my lips
as we sit in the growing darkness,
the passing cars play like a Juke box, constantly changing tunes pass us as we sit solitary.
around us the world is fluid a never ending movement of color, lights and sound but here we stay content to let tonight's caliginosity consume us.
we speak of memories, aspirations and acquaintances,
laughter rings between words and gulps of our respective brown libation.
finally the chill sets in and our fingers numb as they clutch our cups
forcing us to part ways till we return to this holy temple of caffeine and conversation
H.
Dear Gods and Goddesses of NAPOWRIMO please forgive me. It seems as though post 21 was actually posted on Friday, not Saturday though I swear it was after 12 when I wrote that. And due to homework I have just now logged on to post my Sunday Poem though the evil clock is telling me it is technically already Monday, but I swear at the end of the month I will have posted 30 poems in 30 days and I hope that is good enough even with these two small timing errors :-( . So here it is, poem number 4.
the sweet nectar of the caffeinated generation dances across my lips
as we sit in the growing darkness,
the passing cars play like a Juke box, constantly changing tunes pass us as we sit solitary.
around us the world is fluid a never ending movement of color, lights and sound but here we stay content to let tonight's caliginosity consume us.
we speak of memories, aspirations and acquaintances,
laughter rings between words and gulps of our respective brown libation.
finally the chill sets in and our fingers numb as they clutch our cups
forcing us to part ways till we return to this holy temple of caffeine and conversation
H.
Friday, April 2, 2010
21.
NAPOWRIMO post number 3.
this is post 21 to this blog which is my favorite number :-)
Tonight you smiled.
I had forgotten the sound of your laughter.
the look of your face with lips reaching towards your ears
as you spoke with a light that the sun would envy,
you were luminous.
the fire danced across your face and smoke swirled,
the orange glow made you look warm again.
no longer were you the grey a sullen creature,
I wanted to laugh with you, I wanted to cry for you.
You never left me, though we had been apart
you're recent returns were melancholic.
you were broken, dismantled missing some vital piece,
but now you seemed whole again.
you had returned, I didn't know how much I missed you.
H.
this is post 21 to this blog which is my favorite number :-)
Tonight you smiled.
I had forgotten the sound of your laughter.
the look of your face with lips reaching towards your ears
as you spoke with a light that the sun would envy,
you were luminous.
the fire danced across your face and smoke swirled,
the orange glow made you look warm again.
no longer were you the grey a sullen creature,
I wanted to laugh with you, I wanted to cry for you.
You never left me, though we had been apart
you're recent returns were melancholic.
you were broken, dismantled missing some vital piece,
but now you seemed whole again.
you had returned, I didn't know how much I missed you.
H.
20.
NAOWRIMO Post number 2 - Haiku
Today there was sun
Tonight we will drink sweet wine
Tomorrow will hurt
H.
Today there was sun
Tonight we will drink sweet wine
Tomorrow will hurt
H.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
19.
NAPOWRIMO Post 1
I hate you all in your hand holding mockery
as I hide from him in my screen of grey smoke
I too once loved the callouses and warmth of our hands entwined
but not now
The sunshine warms and brings smiles to their lips
I purse mine in a slow steady exhale
I want to scream to yell and cry but no good could come of such whines
where is my spring this year locked away in a box of memories
will a smile dance upon these puckered lips again?
will springs sun feel warm again I hope it will,
but not now
I hate you all in your hand holding mockery
as I hide from him in my screen of grey smoke
I too once loved the callouses and warmth of our hands entwined
but not now
The sunshine warms and brings smiles to their lips
I purse mine in a slow steady exhale
I want to scream to yell and cry but no good could come of such whines
where is my spring this year locked away in a box of memories
will a smile dance upon these puckered lips again?
will springs sun feel warm again I hope it will,
but not now
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