Sept the Thirteenth
Okay, fine, I’ll tell you, but only because the fact that this happened has kept me up all night. It’s legit two o’clock in the morning right now, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s crazy.
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All right, so, it was Saturday morning, mid-morning, rather, closer to the afternoon. I was just kind of hanging out, putting off doing the yardwork my dad wanted me to do because the school’s got him working there all weekend and he won’t be able to do it, so I decided to go to the library to pretend to work on the novel.
Oh, by the way, haven’t even touched it. Oct the First is coming one way or the other, I’m not worried.
So I pull into the library, and there are a couple cars there, not as many as usual. I’m like, “Oh, must be a slow day, no big deal.” If anything, that’s a good thing, less distractions. So I walk up the steps, wait the few seconds for the doors to open, but they don’t open. They just sit there closed. The lights are off inside, nobody answers my knocking. I’m starting to think I’m being pranked but I keep knocking anyway, just for the fuck of it.
Then, who else but my ‘man Denny the Pudge comes up (and thank god he did, suffering through an encounter with Harry would have been utterly insufferable), unlocks the doors from the inside, and tells me (in a very friendly, casual, and not neurotic in any way tone, as Denny is known for) that they’re closed to the public today and that only those who are involved with the newspaper (which is everybody who’s currently in the building, he adds) are allowed in. So that kind of sucks, but I shrug my shoulders, I accept it, and I thank him. I even got a fist bump out of the guy, it was incredible!
But, believe it or not (although you will in a second), that wasn’t the best part.
As I’m coming down the stairs, I see a very familiar coupe (one of two that are familiar to me, can you guess which one?) pull into the driveway. It parks next to me – because of course it did – and the driver stepped out looking absolutely gorgeous in the mid-morning sunshine, her brown hair looking almost auburn, her hazel eyes worthy of getting lost in.
It’s Vic’, Tori, the lovely librarian Victoria, if that wasn’t painfully clear.
I meet her halfway across the parking lot and we hug, as we both caught a wave, it seemed, and we chat a bit. I ask her when she started doing the newspaper, she tells me she has no idea what I’m talking about. So we talk a little bit more and we part ways, but I don’t leave yet. I think I know what’s about to happen, so I just lean on my car and watch her walk up the stairs – not to look at her ass, which I do anyway, and god damn does it look good going up them steps – and she waits for the doors to open, and they don’t. So she knocks, and Denny comes, and she gets the same spiel that I do, except she doesn’t get a knuckle-bump from Denny. I guess he likes me more, idk.
So she comes back down and sees me watching her and smiling, and she flips me off. I laugh, she laughs, she approaches me, tells me what happened – she confused her Monday hours for Saturday – and I tell her I had a feeling. She punches me lightly in the chest like she was mad I let her go up there. Then we just kind of look at each other for a second, then we look away, then we look at each other again. Then we laugh.
God it was so cute, I can’t even not write how cute it was.
So then I feel a little ballsy and ask her what she’s doing with the rest of her day. She says not a whole lot, so I ask if she’d like to go for a little walk in the woods. So she says yeah, so we go to the end of Mane Road and climb the trail to the viewpoint, and it was nice. We didn’t hook up or anything, just two friends climbing a mountain. It was nice.
So we climb back down and we both kind of stink and we’re about to part ways… and then I feel ballsy again, so I ask for her number.
And guess what?
She gave it to me.
And hugged me again.
And waved back as she drove away.
And I’m going to see her again during the week.
Say thankya, Journal. Long days and pleasant nights~
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