Short Story Project - 2 Aug 07
“My racing heart can’t explain,
How a girl like you so plain,
Can bring me such joy,
When you your giggle employ.”
“So?” Sam raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“So what?” Elijah looked bored. He was slouched on the couch; the newspaper he was reading was crumpled in a haphazard pile over his nearly horizontal belly. At least he had the decency to remove his music player’s earpieces, which were still blasting out music so loud Sam could hear it from where he was standing.
Sam waved the stack of papers with all his scribbling in front of Elijah. Despite his seemingly lazy vibe, Sam noticed that his good friend’s eyes were still sharp. I bet he’s calculating a firing solution on one letter on this piece of paper.
“So?”
“You’re turning into mush over a girl, Sam.” Elijah answered simply.
Bang. That firing solution was dead on.
“And rhyming poems are so… Never mind. Look, I don’t mean to be mean, but besides suddenly realizing that having a member of the fairer sex can make doing the most mundane things fun, besides finding out that you converse over very different things as compared with conversations with me, what else is there to it? If you’re asking her into a relationship, what is there in it?
“Think about it, if there is nothing else special about it, what difference is there between a girlfriend, and a girl friend? Think about those stories you hear about people who go on rebounds, breaking up and finding a new girl shortly after. Do you seriously think that they have something special? That ‘snap!’, and ‘hey presto!’, new girlfriend? Are you itching to be in this relationship just so that you can be in one?”
Sam twitched. Elijah plugged his earpieces into his ears again. I don’t know, El. I just don’t know. -Jimmy
How a girl like you so plain,
Can bring me such joy,
When you your giggle employ.”
“So?” Sam raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“So what?” Elijah looked bored. He was slouched on the couch; the newspaper he was reading was crumpled in a haphazard pile over his nearly horizontal belly. At least he had the decency to remove his music player’s earpieces, which were still blasting out music so loud Sam could hear it from where he was standing.
Sam waved the stack of papers with all his scribbling in front of Elijah. Despite his seemingly lazy vibe, Sam noticed that his good friend’s eyes were still sharp. I bet he’s calculating a firing solution on one letter on this piece of paper.
“So?”
“You’re turning into mush over a girl, Sam.” Elijah answered simply.
Bang. That firing solution was dead on.
“And rhyming poems are so… Never mind. Look, I don’t mean to be mean, but besides suddenly realizing that having a member of the fairer sex can make doing the most mundane things fun, besides finding out that you converse over very different things as compared with conversations with me, what else is there to it? If you’re asking her into a relationship, what is there in it?
“Think about it, if there is nothing else special about it, what difference is there between a girlfriend, and a girl friend? Think about those stories you hear about people who go on rebounds, breaking up and finding a new girl shortly after. Do you seriously think that they have something special? That ‘snap!’, and ‘hey presto!’, new girlfriend? Are you itching to be in this relationship just so that you can be in one?”
Sam twitched. Elijah plugged his earpieces into his ears again. I don’t know, El. I just don’t know. -Jimmy
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