Lovey-dovey stuff
SweetSo the down side of this is that, I'm moving on July 3rd. I'll be in a different country for three years. He knows all this. That part sucks.
Yesterday, Friday the thirteenth and the last day of school before my school's one-week vacation, something absolutely amazing happened. I usually protest Valentine's day. I don't like that companies like Hallmark use it to make money off people's love for one another. It is now my favorite holiday.
I have band with this kid I've been talking about. He's in a lower grade so it's the only class I have with him.
He's a Bari Sax, I'm a French Horn, so I was sitting right behind him. A friend of mine who was the one who got him to dance with me who also plays Bari Sax kept giving me meaningful looks. My friend Victoria who sits beside me was giving them, too.
When our director told us it was time to pack up, I took my time putting the French Horn music away. The bell rang earlier than I was expecting. He told me to hang on a second and gave me a brown bag that had been hand-decorated on the outside. He said that he knew I didn't like Valentine's day, but...(he trailed off there)
So I took pity on the poor guy and told him that I was joking about the anti-Valentine's day thing. Because I'm just like that, I asked him for a hug. So I hugged him.
Inside the bag was this gorrilla doll holding a heart that says HAAPY VALENTINE'S DAY. "Happy" is spelled "HAAPY", which I don't get, but that's alright. His friends have named it Boris (like Bore-ees), but the guy I'm talking about says he's unnamed.
So, today, I found his name in the phone book and called him. It had to be one of the most awkward conversations in my life, but it was the only real one I've had with him in over two weeks. He invited me to his birthday party he's having next week and we sort of mutually decided that we needed to talk face-to-face about the other stuff. I'm afraid that I might have made a total fool of myself the entirety of the phone call, but it's better than not having talked to him at all.
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"Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting. All that's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby just say... yes." -Taylor Swift.
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"Our truest responsibility to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find the truth."
- Madeleine L'Engle
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"Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting. All that's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby just say... yes." -Taylor Swift.
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"Our truest responsibility to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find the truth."
- Madeleine L'Engle
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"Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting. All that's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby just say... yes." -Taylor Swift.
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"Our truest responsibility to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find the truth."
- Madeleine L'Engle
Well, I'll tell you right now, that character was little Caterpie.
So I wanted to ask your advice. Killing Caterpie would make a good chunk of story for TFW, but I don't know if I could bring myself to mercilessly kill a little kid like that. Also, I want him to be alive for future stories featuring Team Azul. The alternative to killing Caterpie is killing his mother, Butterfree, which won't be quite as cruel, but won't make as quite a good story either. Also, Butterfree is an expendable character.
Any advice?
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"If insanity laughs at you, laugh back!"
--Felidae
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