A/N: Hey guys! I'm also looking for covers. Here are my perameters: must have a very tan dark-haired girl and a guy fitting Brian's description. Also, please include the names so that I can put the best in the cast! Ready, set, GO! Love you guys :)
I walked into the school parking lot and got into my black Mazda. It was my 16th birthday present from my Dad. Mom took me shopping when I went out to see her over Spring Break. I got home fairly quickly, happy with the lack of traffic.
I just finished my Chem homework when someone knocked at the door.
I opened the door. "Hello?" I said.
"Hey, Cassie." It was Brian. Ew.
"Come in," I said. Just because I'd rather see the guy dead is no excuse not to be a good hostess.
"Wow," he says, "your house is huge!" So I've been told. My dad is the CEO of a very important oil company, so he's super rich. Hence my living in a super-modern house including, but not limited to, a heated swimming pool, an entertainment room with a 96" flat screen TV and a Wii, PS2, PS3 and an X-Box 360.
"Let's go to the office." I say, leading the way. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Um, I'm good." Brian said. We got to the office, one of the simplest rooms in the house. There were two desks, two computers, and two bookshelves. Most nights my dad and I worked here in companionable silence. I opened my Macbook Air and logged in. I pulled up Google Chrome and searched "poems by frank o'hara". I resisted opening my favorite poem, because it was romantic and there was no way in HELL that I would perform a romantic poem with Brian. I turned away and sat in Dad's chair.
"You look at this, I already know some of them. Tell me if you like any."
"Okay. Brian took my seat and began scrolling through poems. We sat like this for a while, and eventually I pulled out my iPhone. I opened up my Wattpad app and began reading a book. The room was silent with the exception of Brian mumbling lines occassionaly.
After about an hour, Brian says, "I think I found one!" I walk over to the computer and look over his shoulder. I have to prevent myself from gasping when I see the title. It's my favorite: Having a Coke With You, by Frank O'Hara.
