I met him in Wal-Mart on the day my great grandmother passed away. I was there with my older sister and my nephew, and SN was working the changing rooms area because of a broken arm...
...long story.
We had picked some clothes to try on and made our way there, and my sister went first while I stayed with the munchkin. SN and I made some small talk, he talked to the munchkin, and then it was my turn. I went in, tried on what I had to, and came back out. My sister had gone to put something back, and I stayed behind to talk to SN. I remember being extremely nervous, I remember not knowing what to say. He used to tell me that he was nervous, as well.
Well, we made small talk. Talked about music and shows...and then my sister came back. Awkward as hell, I just kind of waved and said bye and starting walking away with my sister. She asked me if I had gotten his number, and I said no. So, being a wonderful older sister, she took my phone and went back to get his number for me.
We texted a lot from that moment.
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Wal-Mart Prince
RandomThis is the true story about a girl, a wonderful boy, and a Noofle. (it really isn't a story, I suppose...I actually don't really know what it is, or why I'm writing it...) ((it's also written in a weird order...))
