A beautiful summer's eve, there was a boy, he was normal. To say the least, normal in every aspect of the word. As normal as any person could be; to the world anyway. That changed drastically in the privacy of he and his friends as normal as he was, he was in love. Not the love at first sight. Nor love at first kiss. However in love nonetheless.
He was off to see his love: that small blonde girl who lived roughly 372 Miles away (as my memory serves me).
He hadn't told her yet... but he planned to go and send see her very soon. Planned to visit her before she disappears from his sight and out of his reach.
See, this girl; wanted to go and live in a place called Canada, which was a much larger ways away. He knew it was part of her dream and he would do his best to keep in touch – however and whenever he could.
When he thought of this. He grew very sad. Knowing that this was something that would tire him out, make him exhausted but he was willing. Willing to stay up all night just to hear her voice. Staying awake just to get message.
Maybe even saving up enough money to go see her there, too. Though, that would take time. However... He was willing. He was determined.
All of this however went on unnoticed.
Completely unbeknownst to the small blonde girl (I know, get on with the f**king story, okay, yeesh!).
He was arriving at the airport (obviously 2 hours early), he gave in his ticket and with his father's consent, and he was allowed to fly alone.
A while later, after waiting ready for the two hours, of which consisted of: him tapping noisily, yet was shadowed by the surrounding noise, the constant staring at the ever present clock on the wall; and the hellish glancing back and forth of him and the moody receptionist. The ultimate battle of tension.
Eventually, the flight arrived, he was the first one to get on the damn plane... and of course... He got the windows seat. F**k. Yes.
The plane took off after a good... (one sec... let me think of a good made up time...) 15 minutes of waiting around.
15 minutes of NOT spending time with his bae. Which "annoyed" him... and made him very anxious. Very nervous, and for some reason quite upset.
You see... as monotone as this boy (getting sick of calling him boy... let's just call him Charred or Rose, okay?) was, or liked to make the impression of him being. He was actually quite susceptible to emotions for no apparent reason (or very small n' stupid ones).
So these precious 15 minutes were like 15 hours... which felt like they may as well be days, or even years.
Either way, he was relieved when they finally took off. He was relieved, a sudden wave of fatigue hit him and he began to deal his exhaustion... you see, they had been up all night and he had to get up at 4:40am. Just to get ready and make a journey to potty. Then to the airport.
His vision grew faint and his eyes were swamped by the heavy eyelids, acting like a net and capturing him for a divine, much needed rest.
He was awoken by what he thought was his bae and ended up hugging a flight attendant, of which was only warning him about a soon landing. Unfortunately, Rose seemed oblivious to this and continued hugging the camp flight attendant. Who referred to him as 'sailor' and made some witty banter about having his 'eyes up here'.
Needless to say, the now blushing boy was embarrassed offering a swift apology while beat red.
During his desperate escape from the crowded plane, he could have sworn someone had been staring at him. Possibly for his mistake earlier. Forcing him to scamper off into the passing crowds of people and become lost within them, eventually reaching the exit (Hallelujah!)
First things first: get a room at a hotel. Then he can search for Bae. Having a vague idea of how to find her.
Rose picked out a specific one beforehand (No names, no advertisement for you people), went there and checked in, got his s*it into and room and left. He knew it was and holiday, and such. He knew she wouldn't be in school. So Rose devised an overly complicated plan. This is it, step by step. (No specifics, got that? Good, you readers be in smarty-pants')
1st Step: Beak into the school
2nd Step: Sign into the school network with a hacking device thingy
3rd Step: Find bae's file with her home address.
4th Step: Go there.
5th Step: Be affectionate to bae
the plan was superfantasterific. IT WOULD NEVER FAIL!
Rose began, wearing a latex uniform, he snuck through to the sewer system and exited it inside the school grounds. His master plan was being all... mastery (The writer makes ghost noises: "oooh, put your willy away! Oooh~!" (If you get the reference, I love you)
He looked through the school for a computer. Eventually finding one in a 'Politics' class room (*Shudder*) and began his work. Pulling out an iPad, and skyping some Asian kid who immediately walked Rose though a tutorial who began to hack the system and find bae.
He did, highlighted the details and then left. Rose instantly took down the details on paper and proceeded to smash the iPad to pieces. Then left the way he came in.
At this point, it was early into the evening about 3ish. He looked up the details of the road and home address on his phone and made his way to the hotel again. Seeing an ad for a taxi service. He wrote that down, and soon reached the hotel, changed clothes and called that same number, of which came and retrieved the young man.
About 30 minutes later, Rose reached the destination and ran up to the door. Taking a deep breath. He was so excited. The moment he had been waiting for so long for. Yet now he was having doubts, he waited and longed for this moment for ages. Determined to make this moment happen for so long, yet his hands were shaking... no. He couldn't. Not yet. He had far better plans now.
He ran off. Luckily – He'd brought out a lot of money, he knew exactly what to get. First he'd run to the nearest shoe shop, buy some gorgeous shoes for her because she loves smart shoes. Especially shoes that are anything like loafers or Oxford's. Buying a gorgeous pair that were the size that was right for her. He couldn't remember... Somewhere between like a 6 or an 8.
Then he ran to a McDonald's. Brought bae her nuggets and ran all the way back.
He was ready.
He was prepared.
He felt manly.
He felt as amazing as Wilford Warfstashe (if you get that reference, I will once again adore you).
He strolled up to the door. Sighing and picked up his phone. Then called the girl he loved.
It gave a few rings, agonisingly slow rings, the rings diminishing into nothing as he heard the voice of something far more meaningful. The voice of Bae.
"Hey Faggot!" She greeted in a soft, yet tired tone. Let it be known even if she's tired. She can still sometimes be quite loud.
"Hey Garden Hoe," Rose would be respond in kind. "How are ya?" Rose would ask in in a concerned tone, admittedly worried by her by her lack by her lack of enthusiasm.
"I'm doing okay... what's wrong with y-?"
Rose reached forth at this point, attempting to remain calm acts he covered the microphone. Then knocked, giving a resonating noise into the silence around him.
"Hold on," She slowly began in an almost ragged tone. As if she were disappointed from her continued response. "Call you back, someone's at the door."
Rose nodded understanding to the phone, which was pointless as she couldn't see him, yet.
"Okay Hun, I love you." Rose suddenly let out like he does upon habit now.
Knowing the response and silently mouths it out as Bae returned his affection with her typical sentence.
"I know."
Rose smiled widely as he heard the thumping of stairs and the small yet meaningful beep of his phone. The noise that echoed in his ears and told him she was coming.
He picked up the shoes again and held the nuggets tightly. Growing nervous as the door began to rattle.
Here she comes.
The door flew open and the most beautiful face came into view... far below where Rose was looking. Rose just stated. His face remaining straight for about half a second before he burst out laughing.
"You-You're tiny!"
Rose slowly regained my composure after wriggling in the dirt for a few minutes. Then handed her some chicken. She loved chicken. Especially nuggets.
He suddenly lying realised the mistake he made already.
She was self-conscious about her height and other things... he swiftly got up and apologised and offered her the nuggets.
"I keep my promises... okay, sorry. It was just a little shocking."
She looked disapproving at him for a moment... then wrapped her arms around him.
"What are you doing here? It's good to see you and all... why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Rose just giggled and handed her the box. Laughing hysterically as he uttered out one word.
"Surprise."
She looked at the box in shock and grabbed Rose's hand pulling him inside. Practically dragging him up to the room he had only seen on Skype until now.
The posters everywhere, work thrown about the place. Dozens of beanies lay scattered about the place.
Needless to say, it was exciting.
She immediately opened the box. To her joy, she found a beautiful pair of Oxford's (in her words, very smart shoes). In her state of enthusiasm. She tackled him to the ground and hugged him with a great enthusiasm. He warming her up like the radiator he was. Meaning they couldn't stay connected like this for long. Much to his dismay.
"Thank you... you big poo." She began.
Only for he to respond on instinct with an equally insulting get loving resort.
"Thank you, you douchebag."
At this – Rose just looked bae directly in her eyes. Her whole being just seemed to evaporate any and all his doubt.
He was still madly in love with her.
However, sometimes he forgot she knew that... that and felt the need to remind her every 15 minutes. Much to her annoyance, but it was cute... apparently anyway. He always tried to do his best for her. However... he did mess things up. Quite frequently. He never tried to obviously, it just seemed to happen and he would always try to fix it.
No matter what.
Even now as he looked into her sapphire orbs, looked at her face, her cute nose, luscious lips, nurturing voice, adorable cheeks. He knew he was lucky to have her.
So he never wanted to let her go. They remainedlike this for a while. Finally achieving the hug they always talked about. Justlaying with each other for hours it seemed. Hours it was. Blissfully ignoringthe world around them as they focused on each other. Night came, and nor he norher had a care in the world. For now: They just spooned until the morrow.