Men are the Worst Pets
Well,... I've already made the whole story line but its hard to explain in one little summary.
Part 1. "Click clack." Suzy May's fingers stroked the laptop key board. "Likes lilacs, country music, cats, and...." She didn't know what else to type; she was a pretty simple person. The slanted line kept bobbing back and forth. She knew something she liked, something she really liked. Damien, but that was beyond the point.
Embarrassed by the fact that she was thinking about her all time love while writing a bio for her dating profile, she gazed out the window.
The air was crisp and autumn. Stars started and blink down at her descent country home. It was real there and ever easy to ease off into old ventured thoughts.
Damien was in her close group of friends in middle school, but somehow they all separated when going to high school. Her fantasies of him were fueled by friendship and kindness. Suzy May had a childish dream to be with him. She also had hoped that was God's will to. Now she knew better. That wasn't his path for her and that had saddened her.
Suzy May pushed away those few years of surrendered madness. That depressed girl she was while dreaming wasn't her. She wasn't angry all the time nor was she hateful. That was part of her life that was darkness and she could NEVER get it back. She finally gave up on chasing her only love and find another to fill that repressed void.
She pulled out a thin rubber band from her dirty blonde hair and let the curls bounce around her shoulders. It was odd that she always thought well when her hair was down. Still it had worked for her before.
Then she vowed to finish her profile and date. She didn't care who she just wanted to.
Part 2. The next day Damien woke up to an empty bed. (This was odd because he and Miranda sleep together.) He expected her to stay with him all night because of the romantic date they shared the short night before. He started to fret. Was this going to be a replay of that country song? One with the couple not talking about their feeling and the girl running away. Ehhh! Did that really happen? He could only assume so. He rummaged around their large apartment. He skidded though the white tiled kitchen and arced dining room, then the following bathroom and den. His breath caught. She really might have left. Fright was turning his palms a wet cold.
Here was the guest bedroom. He ran to it right after that moment it appeared in his mind. "Thud!" the door hit the wall as he opened it.
"Read the sign next time." Miranda was lying in the plaid blankets. Then she commented happily. "Cute boxers." Her words sounded light and easy but it seemed to cover something deeper. Nothing she would show him.
Damien looked down at his white boxers and gray shorts. "I always sleep in this." He let her lead him off the previous conversation. "Hmmm..." she said while closing her little pink diary. "Well, the sign... I want to be alone please." Her eyes were distant. Then she read the worry in his face before he had spoken. "Just a bit longer." She added, putting in a cheerful smile that didn't truly reach her gray eyes.
"Fine, ... if lock a door don't forget to shut it all the way..." Damien said. Not angrily because he understood that she needed personal space. Even though he hated it. He still let her; he really loved her.
Embarrassed by the fact that she was thinking about her all time love while writing a bio for her dating profile, she gazed out the window.
The air was crisp and autumn. Stars started and blink down at her descent country home. It was real there and ever easy to ease off into old ventured thoughts.
Damien was in her close group of friends in middle school, but somehow they all separated when going to high school. Her fantasies of him were fueled by friendship and kindness. Suzy May had a childish dream to be with him. She also had hoped that was God's will to. Now she knew better. That wasn't his path for her and that had saddened her.
Suzy May pushed away those few years of surrendered madness. That depressed girl she was while dreaming wasn't her. She wasn't angry all the time nor was she hateful. That was part of her life that was darkness and she could NEVER get it back. She finally gave up on chasing her only love and find another to fill that repressed void.
She pulled out a thin rubber band from her dirty blonde hair and let the curls bounce around her shoulders. It was odd that she always thought well when her hair was down. Still it had worked for her before.
Then she vowed to finish her profile and date. She didn't care who she just wanted to.
Part 2. The next day Damien woke up to an empty bed. (This was odd because he and Miranda sleep together.) He expected her to stay with him all night because of the romantic date they shared the short night before. He started to fret. Was this going to be a replay of that country song? One with the couple not talking about their feeling and the girl running away. Ehhh! Did that really happen? He could only assume so. He rummaged around their large apartment. He skidded though the white tiled kitchen and arced dining room, then the following bathroom and den. His breath caught. She really might have left. Fright was turning his palms a wet cold.
Here was the guest bedroom. He ran to it right after that moment it appeared in his mind. "Thud!" the door hit the wall as he opened it.
"Read the sign next time." Miranda was lying in the plaid blankets. Then she commented happily. "Cute boxers." Her words sounded light and easy but it seemed to cover something deeper. Nothing she would show him.
Damien looked down at his white boxers and gray shorts. "I always sleep in this." He let her lead him off the previous conversation. "Hmmm..." she said while closing her little pink diary. "Well, the sign... I want to be alone please." Her eyes were distant. Then she read the worry in his face before he had spoken. "Just a bit longer." She added, putting in a cheerful smile that didn't truly reach her gray eyes.
"Fine, ... if lock a door don't forget to shut it all the way..." Damien said. Not angrily because he understood that she needed personal space. Even though he hated it. He still let her; he really loved her.
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