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Hi, my name is Coral
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 4.77 with 13 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-10-19 14:25:51 |
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Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to write this one... I was in school and distracted by my love life troubles (long story). Plus I couldn't decide what was gonna happen... but, as usual, I hope you like it :]
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As soon as we got outside the boy's lounge, I called a cab to pick us up at the front of ADHD. As we walked out front, I watched Harper's face as we walked. It was strange, but his face really was beautiful. I never really realized how much it was. It had different expressions that made it perfectly flawed, like then, when we were just walking along, he looked a little confused, but mostly happy, and a little blank. Sort of innocent, like a child, with giant, wondering hazel eyes. He had recently cut his hair, so that it barely brushed his brow, and when it did, my heart fluttered in strange excitement.
The cab arrived and we jumped inside. I told the man to take us to San Francisco. Harper looked puzzled. "I thought you said we were going downtown," he looked at me.
"Oh, did I? I guess I did," I giggled. "I guess I knew you wouldn't come with me unless I said downtown."
"Of course I would have," Harper looked out the window, blushing. "I'd go anywhere if I was with you." He looked back and gave a little laugh, smiling his adorable, childish crooked smile.
On the way to the city, Harper and I took out his Zune, playing Pearl Jam, Semisonic and Red Hot Chili Peppers as loud as we could through his little travel speakers he kept in his beat-up messenger bag. We danced along to "Evenflow," singing even the words we didn't know, then laughing about it.
When we arrived at the city, we got out of the taxi cab and started down the street. We walked along, laughing at stupid tourists, looking at walrus' and watching street performers. There was even this guy who hid behind the bushes, jumping out and scaring poor people like me, who jumped out of my skin when we passed by his hideout. I grabbed onto Harper as he laughed at my fright, and when I had calmed down, I realized I was still holding onto his waist. I looked up at him and he smiled a sarcastic smile. I laughed nervously and let go.
We jumped along, doing funny walks, some including mimicking fat people, old people, and even puppets. We laughed at eachother, and stopped into stores to marvel expensive, hippie-esqe things. Harper dragged me into an small art gallery, just to be hit on by the russian owner, as I cracked up in the corner. We finally got hungry and stopped at a little coffee shop where some folk singer was playing "Blister in the Sun" by the Violent Femmes. We watched and sat down to eat. We put down our bags of tourist-y t-shirts, candy from The Candy Barrel, In-N-Out paper hats, and other things of that sort (Harper even bought a pink sparkly purse that said SanFran on it. He said, in a fake girly voice, "it brings out my eyes").
I looked at the menu even though I already knew exactly what I wanted. A waitor came to our Italian-style booth and asked us what we would like, and Harper said, "I'd like 2 croissants, a green tea and a mushroom panini. For her," he gestured towards me. "a grilled chicken, tomato, lettuce and swiss panini and a moca chocolate biscotti, with a medium iced chai tea. Right?" He looked at me in assurance.
I gaped in amazement. "Y-yeah," I stuttered. He had gotten my order exactly right, down the to size of my drink. I hadn't even told him close to what I wanted. As the waitor wrote it down and left, I leaned over the table and whispered, "How did you know that?!"
Harper smiled and laughed a small laugh. "I don't know. I know you," he said. When Blayke and I went to restaraunts, he'd always order me a salad, I guess because I'm a girl. I don't even like salad.
"Well, thanks," I said, smiling an adoring smile. I looked at Harper's eyes again, as he looked into mine. He did that face again, the innocent one, almost sad but still laughing. I got chills and looked down at the table, then back at him. "Thanks for coming with me," I said.
He exhaled and paused. His green eyes looked in question. "Your welcome," he said slowly. "But can I ask you a question?"
"Um," I hesitated and looked at my hands in my lap. "Sure, Harper."
"Why did you want to come?" he asked. "I mean, why did you want to bring me of all people?"
I sighed and, in my head, recalled yesterday. Reading the note, the black hole of swelling feelings I had, falling asleep and waking up feeling like nothing on the bathroom floor. "I," I hesitated again. "Blayke got a girl pregnant. We're through." I said slowly, without looking at Harper. "It made me realize how unhappy I am.. or, was, with him. I just wanted to feel happy again. So I called the person I thought would make me happy." I looked at Harper, tears welling in my eyes.
"Well," Harper looked at me and said softly. "I'm sure glad it was me."
The next moment was the best feeling I had ever had, even if it was watched by a fake Italian waitor. |
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