Anyways, I promised you an update.... so I suppose I can give it to you now.
There's this guy. Well, obviously, but anyways- before this I had kind of had an inkling that maybe I might like him.
At the time though, this 'liking' was more of a 'I feel completely comfortable with you, and I don't think that generally happens with the opposite specie-I mean gender!' So, I had been toying with the idea for a bit, to see how I felt about it.
Well.... I'm quite positive I like him, now. >.> I mean, we were just goofing off like normal, being silly. I was making fun of him, he was 'offended'. So we were just doing our bantering when a friend of mine comes and sits next to us.
We include her, of course. She comments on how we act like we're dating. That was the beginning, I did a mental stutter and just stared at her. He, like the articulate man that he is, stuttered,"Wha- W- No! We don't!"
I shook that off, though, because it occasionally happens with all my friends. Even the girls. I'm not bisexual, people! I'm so sorry to disappoint you! Anyways, so we were hanging out again, and he was acting like an idiot.
I have this thing, when people act like idiots I pat them on the shoulder and politely tell them to shut up. So, he was making a fool out of himself, and then he adds on the killer,'I DON'T WANT YOUR SYMPATHY TOUCH!'
I was like,'Wh-whaaaaaat?!' then I actually comprehended what he said and started laughing like a small child who had just watched her dog go sledding into a large body of water. It was funny, I mean, I was laughing like an idiot. Then I had this weird self-conscious moment and got really serious and my face just went,'Wait. This. What. I... Uhm... Stop looking at me...' Which is code for, I blushed like a tomato.
So, by that point I was starting to think,"Ok... Somethings up...'
He, of course, remained oblivious to this change in mental state and started playing with a sharpie. Then he grinned and reached for my hand. I, quite understandably under the circumstances, blushed like mad and jerked my hand back.
"Don't worry. I'm just going to draw a smiley face. I won't write anything stupid on it." He assured me, utterly unaware of the crap going on inside my brain. I blushed a bit but allowed him to draw the smiley on my hand.
It's still there >.>
Anyways, so then we actually had to learn things for a bit. So I stole his sharpie and doodled all over my hand. It was a really cool design so he asked me to do it on his hand. I blinked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
But I had to actually touch his hand to do this, which sent my brain into spasms of,'OMG! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!' Which caused laughing on my part.
"What are you laughing about?" He asked, curious as I continued to draw on his hand and started on the wrist. And then of course I couldn't tell him, so I had to come up with some crap excuse about how his hand's anatomy was screwy. Which he obstinately denied, and asked me how.
Since I draw and anatomy is a big deal for me, I made up some horrible explanation to which he looked at me and said,'My hand is completely normal.'
Which was true. And also partly the reason for my laughter.
Anyways, then he found an absolute way to make me feel awkward. I was grappling for normalcy, and was making myself look like an idiot in the process, so he tried to do a sympathy pat. Only it failed and ended up as a sort of rub-shoulder type thing.
Which really freaked me out and sent me into spastic attempts to remove his hand. Which he thought was hilarious, so he kept on doing it.
It was an eventful hour.
I'm kind of exhausted now. Writing this was confusing.
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| This is my brain. I really wasn't built for this..... |
Zeeta
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