Those Moments

An Encounter

I'm really obsessed with this new comic called Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples. Also, I would love to meet a cute boy in a bookstore. Forget flowers and chocolates; if a guy showed up to a date with a book in his hand instead of roses, he would have a really good shot. :) ~~~Smurfette

I gasp. No, no, no, this cannot be happening! I mentally scream at the graphic novel I'm reading. You can't split up; you can't! You're such a great couple! Stay together; you have to stay together for your daughter! I hate it when things go wrong in your favorite stories. It makes me want to slap the author and scream, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Presently, I am sitting on a small window ledge in a hidden corner of Barnes and Noble. My fluffy white sweater with an elephant on it hugs me. I still feel the chill of the cold, winter air from my entrance. I love the way the freshly printed paper feels in my hands. The library books across the street are poorly taken care of, so I choose to have brand new, unbent books over tomato sauce stained scraps of paper. This place is like a second home to me. It holds every possible piece of information you could want; and I love information. From how to bake space cupcakes, to how to become a space astronaut, to little earthlings battling space aliens. In addition, the Doctor Who merchandise table is HUGE. It's as if they can read my mind!

"It's not what you think", a voice says behind me. Startled, I look up at a nice looking boy with beautiful features. He has a sharp chin, big ears, and small pale lips. His hair is so dark it reminds me of the lighting scenes at night in scary, black and white films. The eyes are just as dark brown. He has obsidian on a string around his neck . . . one of my favorite stones . . . He is wearing a unzipped red hoodie over a graphic tee with an image of the red Flash.

He smiles. "I-I'm sorry, um, I-I just noticed you reading that book and, well, I've read it and I just wanted you to know that it isn't what you think." He looks so nervous.

I stare at him. How did he know what I was thinking about? "How did you know what part I was reading?" I propose.

"Well, I had the same reaction when I read it. 'This is the story of how my parents split up', right? I remember being so mad at the author. They are fighting a war together! They can't just split up in the middle!"

"I know right!" We stare at each other for a small, awkward moment. What should I say? He was obviously interested in talking about the book, maybe I should just stick to that. (In case you haven't already figured it out, conversation is not my thing.) "So, if it's not what I think, then, what is it?" He was starting to confuse me . . .

"Well . . ." he starts.

"Wait, no," I stop him, "Don't spoil. But, thanks for the heads up anyway."

He smiles sheepishly and starts to walk away. All of a sudden, I get the urge to hold him here with me. I don't want him to go away. Keep talking! Keep him interested! Ask him something! "What do you think of the story?"

He turns around, "I love the concept of using normal objects in our lives to create the design of the alien species. If you think about it, the superior and controlling race are the Robots, like Prince Robot IV. That's hinting at the idea that one day our technology will rule our lives. The humans have become part animal because the robots are treating the humans like we treat our real animals in reality. The Landfallians are stronger than the Moonies in the war because they have wings. The Moonies only have horns but they have magic to compensate. The whole shift of the balance of powers is amazingly portrayed."

Woah . . . "That's very . . . insightful" And very unexpecting. See? Conversation . . . no. Books, books are a yes. He's so cute . . .

"What about you?", he questions.