wow... i havent posted anything on this blog for a longggg time...
so heres something new!
okai, i thought of this idea when i was on the train a while ago.. but i only got around to writing it like.. the other week.. so yes. enjoy!
Excerpt---->
Don't you just hate it when you miss the bus or train by "that much"?! When you waste all your energy, running to the stop just to get there and see the bus pulling away from the curb. And then you look like a complete idiot for even running in the first place!
Now, as far as being a morning person goes... I'm not one. And this morning was, if not worse, no exception.
As usual, I woke up feeling more tired than I had before I went to sleep, the bright morning sun burning my unaccustomed eyes. That familiar pit in my stomach, dreading the day ahead. And that same thought in my mind "I need a holiday...".
I sat up, half expecting to bump my head on the ceiling of an igloo, as a cold chill slithered down my spine making me shiver.
As my feet touched the floorboards, the shock of the stone-cold surface shook me from head to toe.
The unfriendly time of 6:30am kept a steady scowl on my face and added to my bad mood.
Breakfast was non-existant, as it usually was on weekdays, due to my tight schedule, and it seemed as though it was raining just to spite me. As though that wasn't enough, I arrived at the train station just in time to see the train lumber away from the platform, leaving me stranded for another twenty minutes. I could have sworn that my watch had allowed me another five minutes.
Today was definitely not my day.
So, once again, I was left to stand on my own at the station, destined to be late to school for about the third time in two weeks.
I suppose it's not so bad... I had time to think. Sort of peaceful I guess. It was nice to just be on your own once in a while and contemplate your life.
But I was kidding myself if I thought that's what I was doing - there was only one thing that I wanted to think about at the moment, or person rather.
It felt a little juvenile to be completely infatuated with this person whom I was not entirely acquainted with. I felt sort of ashamed of myself, but found solace in the fact that I was no different from any other adolescent in the world.
Thoughts of that first time we spoke filled my head, transporting me to another place. In particular I thought of his voice, his face... that infectious grin. I actually found myself smiling at the very thought of it.
Suddenly, so gracefully and so silently, a figure brushed past me, but doesn't knock me over. As they do so, I hear them murmur "you'll freeze out here without a scarf you know..."
Realising that I know that voice, my entire body stiffens and I turn my head just in time to catch a glimpse of that familiar mahogany hair before the figured moves out of sight.
Despite the weather, I could feel my cheeks burn red as the moment registered in my mind. It had only lasted a few seconds, but that moment - the moment in which he had talked to me - was enough to keep me going for the rest of the day.
I changed my mind - today was definitely my day.
***
Apparently I'd been smiling the whole day - according to Liz. And I woke up this morning in just as good a mood.
I arrived at the station that same twenty minutes late, knowing that I would be late for school. But that didn't matter - today I had a plan.
I waited in anticipation for Nate to arrive at the station as he did yesterday. The seconds dragged on, turning to minutes, until the train finally made an appearance at the platform. The disappointment was visible on my face, but I attempted to hide it, knowing that it would only be cause for suspicion amongst my friends.
All day I was left wondering why he hadn't turned up. I suppose it was to be expected - maybe he, too, had simply been late to the station yesterday and that today he had caught an earlier train. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that I hadn't seen him today.
My distant mind earned me no reward, however, as I was asked to stay twenty-five minutes after class to finish copying down the notes from science.
It seemed I was making it a bit of a habit to catch the train and bus later than intended. There were considerably less people at the bus stop at this time in the afternoon, and the bus appeared to be running late (as expected). I glanced down at my watch without purpose, not really taking note of what the little hands pointed to.
As I looked up from my wrist I was shocked to find Nate standing directly in front of me, staring me in the face. How did he manage to move to swiftly and silently?
I jumped backward slightly, bumping into the brick wall behind me.
"Fancy seeing you here!" he chuckled as a casual greeting.
"Uh... hi!" I choked in response.
Abruptly, he held a brown paper bag with handles out in front of him, towards me. I eyed the bag suspiciously and, in response he said
"For you."
I took the bag in one hand and reached into the bag to feel around for the contents with the other.
Slowly I pulled out a soft, emerald coloured scarf. It was very beautiful, as far as scarves go, and looked as though it had cost a rather sizable amount of money.
"Thank you..." I said in disbelief.
"It matches your eyes" he smiled, "Now you won't freeze!" he laughed.
"I could have just forgotten my scarf at home" I replied, perhaps a little more defensively than was necessary.
He raised an eyebrow and said, in a tone of seriousness, "Twice in a row? You're not an idiot, that much I know."
I blushed and looked away.
"Well, must be off! Things to do. Enjoy the scarf!"
With that he turned and made his way up the street.
"Thanks again!" I called before he melted into the crowd.
The scarf was warm and had a wonderful smell. Perhaps that was what Nate smelled like too...?
This was an afternoon I would remember for a long time."
<-----End of excerpt
see? i HAVE catered for all the hopeless romantics out there! :P
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