Childhood Love

(Well, this little story was just me on the bus trying to write up things that aren't really my style, such as romance. The only romance story I like is my own romance story. Well, and this story. And a few others. Oh well, screw this introduction.)

… And after so long, there he was again, in front of her. His calm, deep blue eyes still looked the same after so many years, and still had the same soothing effect on her soul as always. He wore a sad smile on his face, another old trait. She, in turn, was trying not to cry. From his look, she knew he could read her feelings, the same way she could read his. God, please, kiss him! She urged herself, but the ring on his left hand settled the matter for them. For the first time, it was she who was chasing him. After so many chances, where she had regrettably said no, she now longed desperately to say yes. But she knew she deserved this outcome, foolish girl that she was. So this was how it would end. The biggest love she had ever had and not a single kiss to remember it, though it would never be forgotten.
“Good bye,” he said. The way he seemed to still suffer so much with such simple words destroyed her from the inside.
“Goodbye.” She replied. No other words necessary, no declarations needed: they both knew it by now. And then he left, never looking back.

Self-service

She could have sworn he had looked her way.

He was cute, she would give him that. Not amazingly cute though. He was not very well dressed, but there was something about the way he carried himself and had discreetly looked at her that interested her deeply.

Clair was waiting in line in one of these self-service pay-by-weigh restaurants that are so popular amongst university students such as herself and, as she believed, the guy.

“Are you gonna just stand there all day?” Someone behind her complained. She had been lagging the queue during her daydream. Red faced, she moved forward, stealing a look his way. There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his eyes and mouth. Ok, he was definitely paying close attention to her.

It finally came her turn. She was famished, but she couldn’t let that cutie see her with a mountain of a plate. Salad: that should do the trick. She decided she wanted to show him she was a healthy eater. Lots of lettuce, a tomato or two… She scanned the selection for anything else she might like. Failing that, she picked a purple something.

Ok, now to see if all this hard work paid off, she thought to herself. Throwing her head slightly to one side so as to arrange her hair, she peered behind her shoulders. The guy was gone.

Nooo! How could I let this happen? She thought desperately, as she stole looks all around, looking for him. She turned completely around in a brusque movement… and turned right back. He was right behind her, looking at her with a hint of curiosity. She flushed furiously, moving on and away from the salad selection and picking the rest of the food to her liking (but still on small quantities of course, not all was lost). She weighed her food, asked for a diet soda and turned around, scanning the restaurant for an available table. She found one and only one: a corner table with only two seats, right next to another corner table with a lonely girl. Luck was finally turning her way (due to the table, not the girl). Conscious of the fact that he had just begun scanning the place for a seat himself, she couldn’t help but smile as she made her way to the table. She could feel him following her now. She sat down in what she hopped was a classy manner, and noticed that the lone girl on the other table was staring daggers at her. She shrugged the problem aside; after all, she had better things to worry about. Relaxing on the seat and arranging her plate, she glanced sideways: he was coming her way!

Clair was careful not to start eating: she wanted a crumbs-free smile available for when he inevitably sat down, which would be soon. He was only ten steps away, five, and then two. He turned. Something was wrong. Clair watched helplessly as ‘her’ guy moved towards the lone girl. As he placed his plate on the table, the girl, looking pointedly at Clair, pulled her boyfriend to a quick kiss. Suddenly Clair decided she didn’t quite like that restaurant anymore.

Introduction.

Ok... Im not gonna post all cute and nice all the time. Screw grammar, youll see enough of grammar when I post a short story or anything of the sort. I suck at html and everything to do with it, so this blog is gonna start ugly and hopefully stay that way...

Im pretending to be tough and all that, but if you flame me on a comment, Ill cry. Thats a warning.

Well, this blog is mostly for posting short stories and the such, but you might open this and find me ranting about life. That will all be fake :P All posts will be made by the fictional character "Zack Dragoon". Thats just so people dont find out too much about me. If they do, they might want to kill me in real life. Or worse.

Not that there's anything worse then dieing I guess... well there's... um... torture? I guess Id rather die than be tortured. But that'd depend on the kind of torture. I mean the term "torture" is banalized nowadays. I wouldnt mind being tortured if the torture in question was watch 100 girls in bikini and not be allowed to touch them. But if the torture in question was something real nasty like physically hurting me again and again or stealing my pokemon cards, then yeah. Id rather die.

Wait, where was I?
Just kidding, I remember where I was. That was just a cliche (no Im not going to write it correctly) way to return to topic, its always used by bad comedians. Kinda like short 1-3 word sentences are also used by them. A lot. All the time.

Oh well... a friend distracted me on msn, so 2 hours later trying to come back to this and well...I lost my train of thought, Ill just end this here.
And remember, if youre mean, Ill cry. I swear. Really. Bad comedian cliche.