Anna
We met at school, I assume that's where you meet almost everyone in your life. Besides family of course, I'm already fucking this up aren't I? Anyways, there weren't groups like your typical teen comedy would try to make you believe. You just clicked with who you clicked with and BAM! You're friends who have matching socks (catholic school uniforms, bummer am I right?).
There's a library down the street from our school so technically that's where we truly met but apparently from what Harry has told me, he knew me before then so I won't argue specifics right now.
Harry
She wore bright yellow converse, when I first saw them I thought they were the most hideous things I've ever seen. That's how I recognized her in a crowd though, she stood out like a bright yellow highlighter in a sea of plain black or white shoes.
We officially met at a record store as cheesy as it sounds we went to grab the same 45 it was a Fleetwood Mac record and I was having a crummy day and I wasn't letting go of it without a fight.
(London Library, November 2012)
"I saw it first" I argued looking down at the face staring back up at me with the same expression of battle I was wearing upon my face.
"I touched it first" she quipped back
I stared down at her ugly shoes, I remembered them from school this was that Anna girl.
"Nice shoes" I said sarcastically, my hand still gripping the record.
"Nice man-purse" she said instantly, it's like she has the comebacks prepared before you even finish your sentence.
"It's a satchel" I said adjusting my satchel with my free hand
"It's a satchel" she mocked trying to imitate my voice, "these are Prada" she said sarcastically pointing to her shoes.
"Indiana Jones had a satchel" I said defensively
"Yeah? He also had Shia LaBeouf following him around, unless-" she said looking around, "Shia? Shia are you here?" She asked loudly causing eyes to be on us with harsh glances.
"Shhh!" I said covering her mouth taking my hand off the record unconsciously, the anxiety of eyes being on me made my mind wander from the goal at hand.
"Ha!" She said backing away from my hand with the record in hand triumphantly.
I frowned instantly and just sighed "whatever take it" I mumbled rolling my eyes
"So annoying" I muttered under my breath as I walked away.
Anna
He started it by bringing up my shoes, I'm not the bad guy here!
Right?
I checked out the album and grabbed the keys to my old Volkswagen Beetle, I set the precious album down in the passenger seat beside me and took off my converse. I liked driving barefoot, don't judge me.
As I was driving I noticed a familiar figure walking towards the bus stop near school.
"Fuck conscience, you really have to beat me up here huh?" I asked my self
It was satchel boy, and it was also pouring rain. The next bus wasn't gonna come for another half hour.
"Indiana Jones!" I shouted rolling down my window with haste.
He groaned and mumbled something like "why god?" looking up at the sky
"What?" He asked
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Oh, Anna (h.s.)
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