Sororities 101

Sunday

Drowsily I curled back into my bed, my yawn echoing into the tranquil dorm. Pleasantly, I opened the window, greeted by the annoying chirps of the little birds who were nestled into their little wooden homes. Sunday. The best single day in the whole week. The weekend. Brushing away my bed-head my hair returned to its natural unruly state. Hopping around in my pale yellow polka dot onesie I frowned into the empty fridge, lonesome a packet of ham and a bottle of ketchup filled our fridge.

Summoning Iris, she plodded unamused, disapproving my wake up call. She smirked at my as I absentmindedly gazed at my phone, Clydes contact brushing past my finger frequently as I pondered. 

Getting some toast, smothering it in butter I plotted myself onto the sofa and turned on the array of shows. Hours later, the clock struck 12, noon, within a second Clyde's caller id sprung onto my phone, with a handcrafted message, stating how he'd like to meet me. Meet me. Endless possibilities. So again I got ready, coating my lashes in thick mascara and sliding on my black ballet pumps I glided out the door beaming for our 'date'.

We met in the middle of the park, he lounged gorgeously on the ragged wooden bench which was surrounded by oak trees which stood proud. Beckoning me over and patting the empty space beside him. Excitedly I placed myself next to him, and began conversation. Yet it all sounded tedious and monotone, repetitive, forced and strained. I felt an urge of boredom. Clyde, concerned, glanced over to me, holding my hand in his he looked me in the eyes. He ran his hands through his dishevelled rouge hair as his emerald green eyes bore into mine as I sat uncomfortable with my hands in his grasp. Finally, the awkward silence broke, his husky voice was released. Stammering, he searched for words as his scatty thoughts dashed throughout his mind.

Clyde's P.O.V

Dumbfounded. I couldn't peice my words together. My mind was a maze, my words were a puzzle. I was baffled, speechless. Here, Vanessa sat here, her hand in mine as I began to give my heart in her hands, what she chose to do, was in her mind only.

Vanessa's P.O.V

Again he stammered. Then an outburst of speech, 

"I. I. I like- urm. Tommorow? A date..? 5pm? I'll pick you up if you want me too, like if you want to come. You don't have to. If you want, I can text you the details."

To my surprise, I said yes... Then he walked me home my confusion filling the silence.