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More Story. This Story Needs a Name, Yo
Okay, here is more story. If you haven't read any of the story yet, go read the September 2nd entry - it has everything so far. This part picks up right where that last one leaves off.
"Ah, that's too bad," said Lanif, frantically trying to think of a way to change the subject in a tactful way. The more he tried, the more awkward the silence got, so he just started looking through his notes, and they discussed how to go about putting the project together. As they worked, Lanif took notice of her bedroom. It was decorated pretty simply - there weren't pictures of family or friends anywhere. There were a few books on a shelf, and a pretty tall stack of library books on the ground. Her schoolbooks were arranged on her desk meticulously; she must have done her homework last night. It wasn't just her desk that was straightened - it was the whole room. Lanif couldn't really understand why Timria didn't have any friends - she seemed like a cool person. In fact, he couldn't really remember why he wasn't friends with her, or why none of his friends were. He suddenly thought of a random way to change the subject.
"You know, I think this is the first time I've seen you out of your school uniform," he said with a smile. Timria unconsciously glanced down at her blue jeans and pale green sweater.
"Yeah, I guess it is...I don't really mind the school uniforms, actually. I don't have to worry about buying clothes all the time, and I don't have to think about what to wear every day."
"Yeah, I don't mind them either. A lot of girls don't like that the shirts actually have sleeves and don't show cleavage, though...and lots of girls aren't overly fond of the pleated skirts, either."
"No," Timria said, chuckling. "Hey, we're pretty much done now, aren't we?" Lanif realized she was right, but wanted anything but to leave.
"Yeah, I'm glad that's out of the way. I was worried I was going to get a partner who didn't do anything, I'm glad I got you." He smiled, and she blushed slightly.
"Thanks...I'm glad I got to be partners with you, too. I can't remember the last time I had someone over at my house. My dad probably had a heart attack when he opened the door."
"Heh, he seemed pretty nonchalant about it...do you think he'd mind if I came by every once in a while?" Timria blinked, and then smiled.
"No, I think my dad would just have to get over it." Lanif grinned, and then started packing his things into his backpack. Timria waited, and then got up with him to walk to the door. She opened the door for him, and then followed him onto the porch. Lanif turned to her.
"Well, thanks for letting me come over so we could get that done with...maybe we can talk tomorrow in class, since we don't have to do anything on the project?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." Lanif smiled, and turned to start walking down the steps. "Lanif?" Timria asked softly; he almost didn't hear her, but he did, and turned back around. "Lanif, I just wanted to...thank you, I guess. Maybe it's stupid, but I had fun today. I had fun with you." Lanif moved to her and rested a hand on the small of her back.
"It isn't stupid, Timria." He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. "See you on Monday..." he said, walking to his car. Timria leaned heavily against the door, watching him go.
"Wow..."
"Ah, that's too bad," said Lanif, frantically trying to think of a way to change the subject in a tactful way. The more he tried, the more awkward the silence got, so he just started looking through his notes, and they discussed how to go about putting the project together. As they worked, Lanif took notice of her bedroom. It was decorated pretty simply - there weren't pictures of family or friends anywhere. There were a few books on a shelf, and a pretty tall stack of library books on the ground. Her schoolbooks were arranged on her desk meticulously; she must have done her homework last night. It wasn't just her desk that was straightened - it was the whole room. Lanif couldn't really understand why Timria didn't have any friends - she seemed like a cool person. In fact, he couldn't really remember why he wasn't friends with her, or why none of his friends were. He suddenly thought of a random way to change the subject.
"You know, I think this is the first time I've seen you out of your school uniform," he said with a smile. Timria unconsciously glanced down at her blue jeans and pale green sweater.
"Yeah, I guess it is...I don't really mind the school uniforms, actually. I don't have to worry about buying clothes all the time, and I don't have to think about what to wear every day."
"Yeah, I don't mind them either. A lot of girls don't like that the shirts actually have sleeves and don't show cleavage, though...and lots of girls aren't overly fond of the pleated skirts, either."
"No," Timria said, chuckling. "Hey, we're pretty much done now, aren't we?" Lanif realized she was right, but wanted anything but to leave.
"Yeah, I'm glad that's out of the way. I was worried I was going to get a partner who didn't do anything, I'm glad I got you." He smiled, and she blushed slightly.
"Thanks...I'm glad I got to be partners with you, too. I can't remember the last time I had someone over at my house. My dad probably had a heart attack when he opened the door."
"Heh, he seemed pretty nonchalant about it...do you think he'd mind if I came by every once in a while?" Timria blinked, and then smiled.
"No, I think my dad would just have to get over it." Lanif grinned, and then started packing his things into his backpack. Timria waited, and then got up with him to walk to the door. She opened the door for him, and then followed him onto the porch. Lanif turned to her.
"Well, thanks for letting me come over so we could get that done with...maybe we can talk tomorrow in class, since we don't have to do anything on the project?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." Lanif smiled, and turned to start walking down the steps. "Lanif?" Timria asked softly; he almost didn't hear her, but he did, and turned back around. "Lanif, I just wanted to...thank you, I guess. Maybe it's stupid, but I had fun today. I had fun with you." Lanif moved to her and rested a hand on the small of her back.
"It isn't stupid, Timria." He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. "See you on Monday..." he said, walking to his car. Timria leaned heavily against the door, watching him go.
"Wow..."