The Story of You and I

'Coming back to that'

I always wondered how I got her to agree to date me. I knew my plan but damn, how was I to know that I could execute my play so well. From what I remember, it was like any other night. I don't know if I have mentioned already that we would stay up till god knows what time. I changed my sleep schedule for her, before I met Cheryl, I was a good boy. Staying up with her was how I got closer to her. I am very possessive. Some argues that it's a bad thing but these attributes just comes so naturally that no one even realises it until it gets pointed out to you.

The sole reason I stay up with her, either to call or to chat is to keep her busy. There's this trait in my school that everyone I like, my buddies just think it's fine for them to just steal her. I called Cheryl every night just to prevent that. You see, back when I was a tad bit younger, perhaps two years B.C. (Before Cheryl,) I met this girl which I liked but I got friend-zoned hardcore but as soon as I broke free from the friend-zone, all of the people I used to consider as friends all made successful moves. This may make the girl sound like a slut but I really don't care. I learned from this past experience to plan well and execute better. Which brings me back to how I actually got Cheryl to date me.

I have told you how I casually sat next to her in class. Yet, that wasn't the first proper time we interacted. Now take notes everyone, because this technique has a hundred success rate for me. It was after a school carnival and we just got back to school. Everyone was tired and leaving and there she was at the cafe. I walked up to her and offered her Pocky, it was something I was into back then. I did not speak a word. She looked at me in such a way that signals yes I want your companionship and I petted her on the head and we did not speak. She was really short compared to me. Right then, we established a connection. Two people very much a like. It's like she understood me. I then grabbed her phone which she had in her hand and called my own cell. She had a great laugh and said something along the lines of 'smooth ain't it' of course not in those exact words. As funny as it was, that was not how we entitled ourselves.

Definitions are key to every establishment of relationship and right then, we became friends. I rarely talked in school and she just made it easier. It was late at night and we were having a great conversation using conversation starters. Everything was going great. We started talking about self-appreciation and how loving one's self is important. We also discussed about how to take care of one another. So one thing led to another, thanks to Wiki-how, we defined our relationship that night. 

Now, I am very used to complications and misunderstandings. I made clear that we were actually a thing. I went up to her the next morning and sat next to her by her locker. When I popped the questioned officially, she said yes. I was not a chicken who did it over a call, we just so happened to be in a call. I was willing to break my bubble to step into her's.