BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!

“I like you.” Naah-too simple.
“I love you.” Nope-too blunt.
“I wanna be with you forever.” No-too dramatic.
“You’re my fantasy. I can’t exist in a world where I don’t own you.” No can do-too theatrical.
Alas! What to do!! Yes, yes you guessed it right. I’m preparing to propose a guy. Yay! A huge round of applause for the brainies round here. Huh! I’m not experienced with such hazardous circumstances since it’s the first time I liked a guy. Like really, really liked you know. He’s sort of the world to me (okay don’t go on relating it with the fourth sentence). Now, if you get to other side of the story, I’m sort of a speck of dust to him+ he’s got a girlfriend+ I don’t have much looks+ I have cold feet.

It would be a bit elucidated if I recall the drastic change of events that took place some two to three days ago. So if you are with me till now, then you’d remember that I like a guy and my friends are always japing me about it. Oh you know how high school friends are- whenever he is around they start smirking and poking me. They are more apt in looking for him in a crowded cafeteria in comparison to me etc. etc. and, thanks to them, from a speck of dust; I became a football to him (noticeable, in short). Everybody knows that guys are always flaunting about how many girls are after them- so is he. He too began noticing me, smiling at me and started bumping into me quite often. Then…….I gained a bit of chivalry and passed him a message through a confidential agent (yeah you again guessed right-my high school friends) that I wanted to meet him and talk to him about a very very very very grievous matter.


The turning point came when he agreed. HE. AGREED. WOW.
So, now I stand in front of the mirror- looking my best-and preparing to propose him. Idiotic, right? It’s no breaking news-I know I’m a freak. My high school friends are helping me out. Helping me out *scoffs*.











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Okay now I am at Burito’s, sitting with him. He’s smiling very tentatively, his face dazzling in the rays of the setting sun. He says, “Actually, I too wanted to talk to you for quite some weeks. Um, if you permit; may I?” Holy cr*p. My stomach did a somersault. This was going way too filmy. I gained my composure and nodded. So…..He began, “….
BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?! Oh I’ll leave you to that. I know you must be fighting a strong surge of emotion of killing me. Thank god this site doesn’t reveal the full address. As of the story, I’ll leave your fuming brain to imagine the rest…
Hey, no breaking news- I know I’m a demon. ;)