Marley wondered.
She wondered all through rehearsal, all through the rest of the day and the next day. And the day after that... And the day after that.
"Oh my god, Marley just tell us what's wrong!" her best friend Allison exclaimed after 3 days of Marley in her catatonic state.
Marley sighed and propped her head up on her hand.
"What if it didn't even mean anything to him? I know it sounds like it wouldn't matter, but to me it was electric. I had butterflies in my stomach the entire time he was there!"
"Aaaand, what if he felt the same way??? You'll never know until you stop moping and do something about this."
Allison always had a way of cheering her up.
"You're right! I have to track this guy down first before anything can happen."
After half an hour, the girls had found out what extra curriculars he did (drama, obviously, as well as cross-country), his grade, and a few good pictures to ask around with. With the help of friends that went to the same school as he did, they found out that "yes, he's single"; "no, he's not gay"; "yes, we're sure"; and "I know right? Isn't he gorgeous?"
Yes, he was. And soon, he would be in front of Marley again.
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TJ+MH
RomansaA fleeting moment, a passing few words, are they enough to bring a boy and girl together in a not-small-enough-town?
