Alrighty then! Well here i am, on post number four, of my blog. Now, Im gonna get right to the point here. My girlfriend (The very girl I went out with over the weekend) is an amazing writer, and i recently asked her if i could put her stories into my blog and have it as her own lil section. She, being the awsome girl that she is, allowed me to. So... well heres number one of her chronicles.
It had been an oasis in a sea of turmoil, something beautiful amidst the ugly. Fro three days, life had been so wonderful. She had been completely and utterly... content. All this passed through her mind as she stood among a couple hundred of her classmates. Various names, faces stood out to her, but it was better if she closed in on herself. Then she wouldn't hear the vulgar language, the horrid topics.
Her weekend felt like a dream now, blowing away on the wings of the oncoming storm. She tried to remember the weekend, to lose herself in her memories, but they were so far away at the moment. How could total bliss fade to something such as this?
There. She had latched onto a memory. She could see his face in her mind, smiling at her. The world around her faded away slowly, gradually. She was lying on the floor again, at her friend's house. His fingers gently stroked her hair, and she smiled at him, eyes slowly closing as she relaxed. She couldn't look him in the eyes; her emotions would overpower her if she did so. At that point in time, she hadn't trusted herself to believe her instincts. What if she was wrong? What if she got hurt again?
The world faded back into focus. The line was moving forward, the call for more people being issued. She inwardly groaned. It was crowded enough where she was. By some miracle, she had progressed inside the building. She leaned against the wall, glorying in the air conditioning. Only a little bit longer now...
Again her mind drifted. He was being so sweet to her, it was nearly unbearable. Right now it was a beacon of hope in the boredom. To her, it appeared that they were exactly what the other needed. She was there for him whenever he needed; he would treat her as she properly deserved. Even if it didn't last, at least they had had this.
She smiled. This... dream of a weekend had to be real. It was the only thing keeping her from depressing herself right now. She could not wait until the school day ended, so that she could talk to him. For now, all she could do was write, and wait for the day's end to approach.
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