Aryan
So I did it. At least I think I did it. I just needed to wait for her response. But I dont have that amount of patience either. So I ended up texting her at midnight. And as expected she was awake. Does this girl ever sleep?
Aryan : Hey you still awake?
Natasha: Yeah is something wrong ?
Aryan : Can we talk ?
Natasha : I think we talked earlier today?
Aryan : Not that kind of talk. Just normally talking maybe ?
Natasha : Okay what do you wanna talk about ?
Aryan : Ummm... What did you have for dinner ?
Natasha : Seriously?
And so our conversation went on for about an hour. She didn't involve in it much so I ended up asking all the questions. I wonder what will happen tomorrow morning. And so with my thoughts I went to sleep, dreaming about the girl with the brown eyes and delicate fingers, putting flowers in my hair.
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I happily got on the bus the next morning. But she wasn't there. Did she not come to school today? I hoped to find her in school at least. Maybe she was late or something? I rushed to look for her during breakfast. I searched for her in the cafeteria but I couldn't find her anywhere. I gave up and went to my class.
Why isn't she here? Did she get sick? Or is it because of me? She cant leave me hanging like this!!!!
Feeling disappointed, I went back to the cafeteria for lunch. I didnt bother looking for her. I grabbed an apple and sat down at my table. The noisy cafeteria felt completely silent for me.
I heard some kids howling like animals and turned to see what it was. It was Natasha and her team. She had a trophy in her hands. And everyone was cheering. What happened exactly? I joined the clapping too. I was happy for her.
The rest of the day went by and it was time to leave. I got on the bus hoping she would be there and fortunately enough, she was. I found her in the same seat we used to sit in earlier. But she was asleep. I slid in beside her but didnt wake her up.
The trophy was poiking out of ber bagpack. I read the label and it was for the debate team. I'm so proud of her. She always wanted to win a debate.
The bus started to move soon. Her head had started to bump in the metal bars in the windows. So I moved her head onto my right shoulder. She still didnt wake up.
A few minutes later, she started to move in her sleep. She wrapped her arm around my neck and shifted a little to get comfortable. I took her other hand and held it for the time being. I could feel her breath on my neck and her hair smelled like apples.
What more could I ask for right now?
There was a bump in the road soon and she almost fell off the seat. And now she finally woke up.
Her eyes widened at my sight.
Did I do something wrong ? I sure hope not........
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Holding On
Storie d'amoreThey may have been pulled apart for several reasons but their love will blossom again soon. This summer on the beach will bring them together again. It comes along with pain and agony, but Natasha and Aryan will have each other again. Yes, it will b...