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Bedtime story

Once upon a time, there was this dashing young teenager who was afraid of love. He thought he was a nice person, and maybe he was overall. But he broke several hearts and burned some bridges that he deeply regretted. He fell into a deep pit full of depression and self doubt. But thankfully, he had many friends who would lend a shoulder whenever needed. However, this teenager was… proud. He would almost never accept any help unless it was an emergency.

So these break ups and refusal to accept help and his deep pit full of dark and evil stuff followed him throughout his life. He probably could’ve gotten out of this evil pit if he had grabbed any of the helping hands that offered to pull him out… there were so many!

Anyways, that was the background. This story really begins like how a lot of other stories begin… when two teenagers feel a spark. This story begins when our dashing young teenager couldn’t find a table at the library. Sure, there were plenty of tables out there, but none of them had a plug for his laptop. A little exasperated, he looked at the tables that he needed. One of the occupants, a young and fair maiden, looked up. And they happened to make eye contact.

“Do you need a plug?” she asked with a polite smile.

Their relationship sparked to life at that moment. Their first outing alone as friends was at an arcade where he would beat her at racing and she would embarrass him at shooting. Their first unofficial date was at the City By the Bay where they spent a horrendous amount of time in the cold. By the time their first date started, they were pretty comfortable with each other… well, almost! Even though they’ve known each other for several weeks now, his hands still became sweaty whenever she held them (he was pretty annoyed by it). Her face would sometimes grow red whenever she caught him focusing on her face instead of his coffee.

Their first date ended on a stormy night. They pulled up to her driveway and ran to the door even though there’s nothing above to shelter them there anyways.

“Listen,” he said. “I swear I didn’t know it was going to rain. The forecast said it would pour tomorrow.”

She laughed a little. “It’s fine.”

“No, I feel like a total idiot. This was our first date!”

“Oh it’s okay. I’m not going to let a little rainy first date mess things up with the guy I’m falling in love with.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you next time.” Then his cellphone rang. “Oh. Hey I… I have to go. Bye.”

And she smiled and went inside as he ran to the car. He had an amazing time.

The horror. As he was checking his voice mail, something felt awry. Then he figured it out.

He ran out of his car as fast as he can and rang the doorbell. She opened the door. His heart was beating like crazy and the butterflies made it harder for our hero to breathe.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“You… forgot… something.” He took a deep breath. “In my car.”

She gave him a bemused expression.

“Um, I think I have everything.”

“Not everything.”

He stared deep into her eyes and steadied himself .

And he kissed her.

And even though they both got the sniffles the next day… the craziest journey these teenagers ever had only just begun.

…haha now go to sleep.



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2 Responses

  1. cutelilgaara says:

    Oh my god, I screamed when I read this… IT’S SO FUCKING CUTE. AHHH, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

    I’m so jealous of your story and your writing abilities.

  2. map0wt0fu says:

    hahaha, this little story certainly made my night/morning a whole lot better hahaha. Nicely done man.

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