Many people would often wander the streets, right past me. No one ever noticed me, but him. He was the one and I knew it.
On the faithful day, the day I finally felt someone's fingers wrapped around me, HE was arguing with a girl. She was pretty on most standards, but to a rock, she was a bit bland.
"YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE ME ANY MORE!" The obnoxious girl shouted at the wonderful man I now call mine.
"I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT LOVING YOU JESSIE! I WASN'T EVEN AWARE WE WERE DATING!" He shouted, throwing his hair in a way that made the sun glint off in a way, that would make any rock think of sinful things.
Then the most wonderful thing happened. He stopped and pointed at me and said, "see that rock right there? I would rather date that rock, than date you"
Oh the joy I felt! He would date me! I am just a simple bland rock. I am no more interesting than a common weed. I am just a plain gray rock, with smoothed edges, and flat on two opposite sides.
"OH YEAH, the girl shouted, DATE THAT ROCK FOR A WEEK, AND THEN YOU WILL BE CRAWLING BACK TO ME!" All the while, her hair flew into her face from the wind getting revenge for her horrendous attitude, making her look very inadequate in the situation.
Like anyone would crawl back to THAT! HA!
"OH, I will! I will prove you wrong, and I will enjoy dating this beautiful rock!" He says, with a unrecognizable tone in his voice, while reaching down to me.
The moment his warm hand enveloped me I knew I could not let him go. Ever.
But yet, the bliss ended when he snuck me into his pocket, for me to hear the muffled argument from beyond the fabric hiding me.
"You wouldn't put a girlfriend in your pocket," the inferior one said.
"Fine," said the smooth, velvet voice I love as the hand wrapped around me once more, "I will treat this as if it was human then."
"Even take it on dates?" The annoying one questioned.
"Sure. Whatever it takes to prove you wrong. Come one Liz," he says, bringing me close to his mouth, with his hand remaining around me. "Let's get out of here."
While stating this, his plump, pink lips brushed against me- making me feel a thrill to my very center.
Then he lowered his arm to where I was at his side, as he left the girl behind with my lost and forgotten others.
I traveled at his side for what felt like seconds in bliss, but in what reality was most likely a few measly minutes- when we reached a neighborhood filled with identical houses, lining the streets.
Turn after turn he took, until he finally stopped at one of the many simular houses and turned the knob to alow him to go inside.
The florescent glow of artificial lights had me stunned for a moment, as the beautiful man bounded up the oak stairs to the right of the door. Yet by the time we reached a door on the very end of the hall that the stairs had lead to, I was over the burn of the horrible lights.
With the opposite hand I rested in, the boy reached to open the door with the label "Bradley" on it.
So the handsome boy's name must be Bradley. Bradley. It fits him, like some other things would.
Bradley brushed past the door, allowing the door to swing back from contact on his upper arm.
Sadly he put me down on a desk, that is adjacent to a full size bed. Where I sat for many hours, waiting in agonizing silence.
But then the agonizing moments ended, when finally he sat down in front of me, with his hands to his head.
He mumbled, "how am I going to do this?
I was confused, what does he mean? Doesn't he just have to carry me around with him and take me places? What does he have to do?
Then it hit me. If I could say anything, you would have heard an Audible "oh" uttered from a rock. I now understand his dilemma. How is he going to... do the do with.. me... Seeing the it's a things their kind would do in a relationship.
I have heard humans talking about this as they pass me on the street, mumbling things to their significant others. Things I should not repeat.
But yet, how WOULD he do this? Would I have to go... no. Please don't put me there. That will lead to an unbearable stench most likely.
What are alternatives for this? It's not like I have any openings!
As if a rock dating a man wasn't weird enough, the unthinkable happened. From where I sat on the desk, I could hear a knock on the window, and a subtle "what the" from Brad.
"Quin what are you doing here?" Brad questioned this new 'Quin' person.
"I came to your rescue!" A smaller voice quipped. "I know of your troubles!" He continued.
Quin hopped down from the window, (I'm not sure how he got there, this is the second floor..) and went to Brad, who still remained on the bed in front of me.
The standing of the two leaned down to where the other sat, and wispered something into the others ear.
Bradley's eyes widened as quin proposed an idea to him. His adam's apple bobbed and his head nodded, as he listened to what Quin had to say.
Finally quin pulled away, and Bradley muttered a single "yes."
What I had coming would shock all of you.
Quin turned to me, then muttered a few words then tossed me to the ground.
Suddenly I felt a sensation I never felt before. It was a slight tingling feeling I felt up my spine.
The first thing I did as human? Sneeze. The second thing I did? Hear quin say I only have 15 minutes as a human.
And well, the third this is something for me to know, and for you to imagine.
All you need to know is that now.. I'm his rock.
