"you drive like my grandmother," freak peeped from the passenger seat.
"oh yeah?" loser tapped the gas pedal and the car lurched forward a bit faster. freak grabbed the door holder and loser's right hand and gave them a squeeze.
a smile grew across loser's face, and he slowed down.
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"c'mon, we're here."
freak unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out of the car as loser did the same. they were parked on a small gravel parking lot that resided beside a wide, green feild. cutting through the feild was a narrow, dirt path. loser took freak's hand in his and led her on to the path.
the sun was setting and, to both, it was a picture perfect moment.
in the middle of the feild, they sat down together, watching the vibrant, ombre sky.
they sat in a welcoming silence that seemed to be all the conversation they needed.
finally, loser spoke up.
"will- will you go... will you go out with me?"
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القصة القصيرةin which a loser meets a freak. #wordsmatter i wrote this in 2015. for some reason, i put the whole thing back in my drafts. now 4 years later, i am republishing it.
