So, as the weeks passed, we got to know Dusty more and more, realising there was more to her than meets the eye. I seemed to be the only one to realise she never spoke about her family or her life before she met us, apart from the fact that she reads more than any other human being... ever.
She was so pretty. That girl. She didn't seem to try to look pretty, she just wanted to be herself. She would fix her hair but only to get it out of her face, she would wear lipgloss but only so her lips didn't dry up. I liked her so much.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. After a few months, I'm not sure how many, Dusty told me a story. You see we used to meet up to talk about books. And movies. And life. Her story made her cry and I don't blame her. Maybe I'll tell you that story some day but for now, I'll stick to the ones that don't make me tear up.
Slowly we grew closer and closer, I couldn't resist any longer and plucked up the courage to ask her out. She rejected me but I understood. She would never get over Trixten properly and right then just wasn't a good time. I might have understood but it still broke me. In two. And as The Script put it, when a heart breaks, it just doesn't break even.
On a lighter note, I just have to mention a conversation during one of our many lunch breaks, it went something like this......
Dusty: Thats your boyfriend?
She pointed at the back of some boy Vic was dating as he walked away.
Vic: I like my men like I like my tissues, strong and soft
Dusty: He's soft?
Vic: Thats what you got from that? Thats the quote from my auto biography that girls will make photo edits of and fangirl over when I'm famous and thats what you got from that?
Dusty giggled.
God I loved the way she laughed.
