Only In Your Dreams - Flowers from 1970 (concept idea)

Isabelle.

Let's start where we left off,

We finally entered the library. "so what were you coming to the library for?" Isabelle asked. "I need to study for my essay." I replied. "oooh, what are you doing it on?" she asked. "a book of our choice, so basically a book report but on something we already read." I said. "she wants it to be recent but I havent read many books too recently." I mentioned. "hmm, when is it due?" she asked. "next friday." I responded. "alright you have some time, look I'll help you out." She said. "but you will owe me," she added staring at me with a smirk. "oh really?" I said playfully. "Mhm" she mumbled. I laughed, "and what would I owe you?" I said. "well it depends.." She said, resting her chin on her hand. her beautiful soft hand.. oh my Lord what am I thinking. I couldn't fall for her already, but I did have a small crush on her I had to admit. we sat there in awkward scilence. "we'll see about that" I said. "I read quite often, I could read one for you or help write up the essay whichever is fine." she said with a smile. "I suppose a new book would be easier though, I would just have to read it fast" she added with a laugh, I couldn't help but smile.. she was stunning.

her hair flowed down like a waterfall and I sat there like a fool, you couldn't like someone within 2 days! my god what is wrong with me??

I zoned out and quickly nodded. "well which book do you think would work best for you? I'm not going to do all the work you know." She said. "Something short that's all I know" I laughed. she looked around at the books slowly grapsing her hands across each one, gripping her fingers grabbing one, it was a purple cover. "tales of the smp, by Karl Jacobs" she read aloud. I peered over her shoulder, she glanced at me from the side and I gave her a small smile back. she looked back at the book, flipping through the pages. "I think this would be an interesting book.. I'm not quite sure what smp means though" she laughed. "Me either." I replied. "It's all up to you," I mumbled. She turned around. "would you like the book?" She asked. "Sure" I said, she handed me the book, and she seemed awfully in a rush.    "I really have to go now but we could meet tomorrow at lunch and work on the project okay?" she asked. "Yeah of course" I smiled. "Alright then.. see you tomorrow she saidquickly grabbing her umbrella. I stood there in the middle of the library as she waved goodbye. I let out a sigh and walked to the door, I saw her siloute in the distance, the foggy rainy distance. ran after her, I was out of breath, she was too far already. and I stood there soggy shirt, wet hair. I wasn't even sure myself why I ran after her. I walked back to my dorm, thoughts rushing through my brain, so much had happened already it was hard to process it all at once. but I had to get my work done, i pushed them to the side.

that night I spent around 4 hours doing work until I passed out in my chair.