The New Recuit (Abe love story)

Chap. 8 Stuck...

They got back and Abe helped Joan to her room. They got to her room and Abe set Joan on her bed. Joan "thanks for helping me to my room." Abe "it was no problem. no problem at all." Joan "hey would you mind bringing my suit case here. it has all my books and stuff." Abe " sure." Abe brought the suit case to the bed. Joan " Thank you. again for all your help." Abe " I am glad to help. If you don't mind asking what kind of books are reading?" Joan opened her suitcase. Joan " mostly old poetry." Abe " really?" Joan "I know it's seems weird. pretty girl reading books with dust on them." she rolled her eyes. Abe "not at all." Joan "really!? so many people have said that." Abe " it's just what you like. nothing strange about it." Joan "wow, do you really think so?" Abe "absolutely. what kind of poetry do you read?" Joan "well there's Edna Vincent Millay. N.B Yeats. uh, oh Alfred Lord Temyson..." Abe "really? wow." Joan " yea well what can I say." Abe " what's one of your favorites?" Joan "oh, that would be either Be Near me by Faiz Ahmed or Love's Secret by William Blake." Abe "wow. the one actually sounds familiar." Joan " really?" Abe " yea. oh well it will come probably come back to mind later." They both then laughed. Abe "so what kind of music do you listen to?" Joan "mostly classical but sometimes whatever's on the radio I guess." Abe "which composer do you usually listen to?" Joan "usually, Antonio Vivaldi, but that's been more resent." Abe "wow." Joan " yea. listen Abe I... I... uh..." Joan tried to say what she wanted but couldn't. she sighed. it went silent. Abe " well uh, if you need any thing else..." Joan " no I'm fine. I'm fine. Thanks again for all your help." Abe " It was my pleasure. see you around." Joan "that would be nice." Abe then left the room. and Joan started reading her books on poetry. and then thought of Abe. She had feelings for him. but she didn't dare say how she felt about him. not even to herself. but she thought there was a mystery to him. something she had to solve for herself. she thought he acted nervous around her or even scared. the sting came back on her side. and once again she grasped it in pain. she looked at the mark on her side. this time to turn a shade of darker red. Joan then had a look of worry. but then lost the look. she then went through her stuff in attempt to find her iPod. she turned it on and started playing her classics. then thought of her favorite band. she then went through her music and found the band. One Direction. she didn't care for them at first but she listened to their new album. and liked it. she then remember an old story her mother told her once when she was little. "the way I found out me and your father were went to be, I would listen to my favorite music and in the songs would have either similarities to your father or it would have words he said a lot. I listed all of the songs and crossed out every single song except one. and thought this is going to become our song. I was right. we had so much in common." so Joan thought for a minute. and then listed the songs she saw on the screen. then thought she would at least have her answer...

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hey people, sorry this story is a bit sloppy. but I guess you don't seem to care, cuz you don't comment. anyhow I decided I'm going to post my short stories next week. anyway I hope you liked. and please comment. :)