Brad's POV
I don't remember the transition from sitting in class to being in the cliche hideout of the janitor's closet, but in a blur of time we were making out wildly. It was like in the seventh grade, when I was stuck playing Seven Minutes In Heaven with Betty Munroe, except less angsty and I was with goddamn Janet Weiss.
It was so surreal, for a minute there I was convinced I was dreaming. My hand subconsciously slid to the top button of her lavender blouse, and she grabbed my wrists to stop me, jolting me back to reality. We paused, and I looked into her eyes, confused.
"Oh, Brad, it's not that I don't like you. In fact, ever since we were placed together in Dr. Scott's science class all I wanted was to be with you. Why, you're tall, handsome, smart, and sweet. But it's just that I'm saving myself."
I adjusted my now slanted box-framed glasses and felt a wave of sadness and embarrassment wash over me. I knew it was too good to be true.
"For someone else?" I asked, gazing at the dripping mop beside us.
"Oh, no no no." She smoothed my shoulders reassuringly. "For after marriage."
I was so relieved to now see that not only was I in love with a single girl, but she also true and faithful. I decided then and there that I was going to marry her.
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The Rocky Horror Fiction Show
Science FictionWe Transylvanians all know the story of what happened on that fateful evening of Brad and Janet's proposal. We all know of the music, the erotica, and the mutiny. But I would like - if I may - to take you into the personal stories of our dearly belo...
