I don't know where I'm going with this

A Disney Movie

"God it would be something if she was my partner."

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Lets start from the beginning of how I ran into her, almost literally, and I hate that everything works out so perfectly damn it. It makes this all the harder.

"Hmm her hair looks like Sarah, weird"

She opened the door going into our first Thursday classes, which at the time seemed just like my classes. The only reason I remembered her was because she hair like Sarah so I remembered her face as well. Safe to say, it wasn't Sarah, considering she was 30min away from here.

It didn't click till our second class of three that day, I noticed the Sarah imposter yet again. Found it ironic she was in the same class as me, little did I know.

Next Monday, this other girl still had no interest even trying to be my friend, and I wasn't going down that path again. I made a friend in my english class, the one time she's not there. Tuesday, I approached a theory, how many classes of mine is she in?

11:20, ish, I see her walk in. Well, thats 2 out of 5, lets see how many more.

Wednesday, 11:20ish, there she is again. I already know she's not in my 2:30 that day.

Thursday, 11:20 and 2:20, there you are again.

5:30 rolls around, my only 5:30 class on Thursdays, and, shockingly enough, there she is.

And I know there were other people in the majority of my classes.

BTS girl is in 3, Indian's girls name i cant pronounce is also in 3, kid with rip stick is in 2, 3 maybe? Fist bump kid is in i think 2 of my classes, but get this, she's in 4 out of 5 of my college classes.

"Hey you're in like 4 out of my 5 classes, I'm KJ."

Yes that was my first sentence to her ever. Don't worry, the story of my awkwardness gets better. One could say i'm a stalker, i would just say I am a socially awkward person who is also very blunt. The next class, I start sitting by her side of the lecture hall, for about 2-3 classes.

Monday, of all the days you're late, is the day I tried to sit next to you. So Wednesday, I try again, with every voice in my screaming how delusional I am for this, 

"Hey, is it okay if I sit here?"

What is this, 5th grade? Just sit down you nerd.

Obviously she says yes because this is college, and Im still astonished I did this.

We talked a bit before and during class, then we walked together after, I asked you if you wanted to eat and thats when i learned you either a) actually do like to save money on food or b) really hate me which my head tells me b but reason tells me a, so I guess we'll never know.

Fast forward, math at 5:30, i'm too terrified to sit next to you even though i did just the day before, so I sit the weird distance away from you behind you.

We had to pick the rectangle we liked the most on the screen (its math for the arts, i didn't understand it either at the time) 

"Who likes rectangle C the best?" As I raised my hand, so did you.

Hmmm, interesting. It would be fucking great if i got to be in a group with her. (Just wait)

I can sense theres a work sheet coming up, after years of school you just start to get that feeling. 

And I was right. We had to measure ourselves, BUT it's better if we have a partner help us :)

If you think im about to ask her right after this, thats where youre wrong, my first reaction is to run for a ruler so I have time to think about my potential bad decision, which means I walked past her in the most awkward way imaginable, don't worry, we looked each other dead in the eyes as I did it.

I get to the table with the rulers, I see she does too but on the other side. I reach for a ruler but, oh, would you look at that, another kid grabbed the second to last ruler.

And then there was one.

We were both reaching for it when this happened so we stopped, looked at each other, and while my mind was running 8138 miles per hour,

"Hey you wanna be my partner?"

What. are. the. fucking. odds.- I'm living in a Disney movie.

I have never had more fun measuring myself as well as someone else as I did that day.

She put the ruler to your nose, to measure from the bottom of her nose to the top of her head, and the only reason I remember is because of the biggest smile a person could give with a ruler slapped on her face. I couldn't help but die of laughter there with her, I don't know what was funnier, my life, her or the pig nose she just made, but for some reason that image of her laughing is my version of her.--

We talked after, little stuff, here and there, then Zack cancelled on me because he got a job.

"Bro, you gotta ask her if I cant go." I knew it too, but I was as terrified as one could imagine. I asked roughly 12 opinions if i should do this, and i mean, all signs so far have pointed to yes, so we went home Thursday, weeks after that, just for me to snap you (because i'm too much of a pussy to ask in person). 

I basically combusted into every possible flame every when she said she'd love to go.

The day of, my roommates just had to dress me, we cut my jeans (they were too long) and everything for this. 

She came late, apologized the entire time we were together, when she doesn't understand yet I care more about being with people than I ever will about a damn sporting event.

We talk waiting for the QLINE, then she mentioned a cake from her mom later in the weekend.

"Hold on, is today your birthday, and you didn't tell me?"

Yes, I took her to her first hockey game on her 18th birthday the same day she got her tattoo. 

All by accident, sorta. If someone wants to try again in telling me this doesn't mean something, ill box you.

It was a long, fun night. So far, one of my best nights in college. I could go into detail but honestly, thats too much. It was like any other night with a friend, except its two gays and it felt like we looked at each other a little too long for it just to be anything other than a date, but hey thats just me. I doubt she thought that, so I wont think it either.

Ill be truthful, I thought it was a great night, but ever since then, anytime I try to talk to you feels like i'm pulling teeth, and I honestly don't get it. 

So thats where i'm at, seeing you almost everyday without knowing a single thought of yours from that night or thereafter.

I guess I'll just sit here and hope that all this wasn't just a coincidence. I hope.

" 'Cause i'm crazy, in just too many ways."