This is a short story, which I felt was good indeed. I had the idea for about a month or two, but penned it down in one morning alone. And supposedly...it has turned out to be good. It is the story of a man and his five important phases with a girl, the love of his life. Here is a small part from it.
So after the ravaging one month, I was set. It was all me, I didn’t have much friends in there, so I had to make my move alone. And so…the date was also set, September 23rd.
Evening. She was standing with her friends. I watched her slowly. She was standing outside the college perimeter, talking to her friends while licking her orange flavored ice-stick. Oh lucky ice-stick!
I walked to her. With her back in front of me, I stood behind her, admiring her hair. She was the prettiest, even when we don’t see her face. Maybe I was the only one to think so.
What I had to say? Hi! My name is Jeff, Jeff Patterson. Do you want a chocolate? My mamma says that life is like a box of…Oh my! I wasn’t Forrest!
My name is Jeff Patterson. Fine student in Computers, 2nd year, son to a working father…I wasn’t Maximus either!
I was formulating and was about to talk, when she suddenly turned and I got a kiss from her melting ice-stick. In an instant, my white t-shirt turned yellow, or orange.
Now…whatever I was feeling for her, it was overcome by anger. That too suddenly. She was scared, and looked at me apologetically, and I suddenly screamed, “What the fucking hell were you thinking when you turned?”
That was a great start. She tried to speak, “I…I’m sorry…but...”
“Sorry! Will that help me clean my shirt? What the fuck were you thinking, you stinky bitch?” Now that was the limit.
She couldn’t bear it anymore. “One minute, Mr. Senior! You were the one sticking up your bloody dick behind me without me noticing it a bit at all. What do you have to say about that you…you…?”
That was the end of the conversation, for I couldn’t say a word to her anymore. And we quarreled all way long.
That was how I met her.
