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Sex, Guns and Words: One

“Do you know what makes an amazing love story?” she asked.


“It’s when you’re part of it,” he answered.
ONE
He takes out a book out and his pen from his right side pocket. Seated, he thinks of something to write about. He bites the pen, pondering long and hard about something to write about today’s interesting moments. Unfortunately, his mind suffer a blunt hit from all the negativity around him.
Then, a girl comes over and asked, “Is there anyone sitting here?”
He looks at her in awe as the first thing that comes into mind was, “God damn, she’s beautiful.”
He answered her question, “There’s no one here.”
She sat down beside the boy. As she unpacks her food which she had apparently bought from the cafeteria, she realizes that the boy had his book out with the pen dancing around his fingers.
“Are you writing something?” as she takes a peek.
“Trying to.” he replied.
He further takes out his earphones from his bag. He takes a peek at her beauty. They both take a peek at each in a timely manner. She takes a peek first then it is his turn. The cycle repeats itself for about 12 minutes.
She eats, he thinks, she takes out her phone, he switches the song in his playlist, she texts her friend, he looks at people walking by, she stands up, and he looks at her.
He wanted to say something like, “Are you done? Why so fast? Can I have your number?” but he did not ask.
She was hoping for him to say something but unfortunately he did not.
Before she left, the boy mustered up the courage to voice out his thoughts, “When can I see you again?”
Deep down she was happy to get any response from the boy.
“Around the same time? Same place?”, she replied.
“Here you mean?”, he wondered.
“Yes, here. Exactly at 1.” she left the boy’s sight as she slowly walks further away from the premise.
He wrote something on his book after she had left, ‘I met a girl but I forgot to ask her name’.

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