Noelle
I run into Jeni and start squealing, "The guy named Ronnie, in my English Lit. class, said he loved me today. Well. He sorta said he loved me today." I grin.
"Okay?" She seems baffled by my high-energy attitude.
"Yeah...Just. Yeah.."
"Anything else?" She says as she jots down an answer in one of her notebooks. I tell ya, she is always doing homework.
"Mm hmm. So, I came into class and, because I was abiding the 'Fashionably Early' rule, it took him five whole minutes to come in after me. Anyways, so, I was all like 'Hey McDonald' and he was all like 'Hey Christ-girl' -its kind of our thing- and then we were talking and we were joking around and I said 'Ronald. Would you be the McDonald to my Christ-girl? The pop to my corn? The eraser to my pencil? The coke-a to my cola? The i to my phone? The star to my bucks? The T to my V? The-"
"Yeah, so, what else happened?" She interrupts.
"So he's like 'Yes! I FUCKING LOVE YOU, NOELLE!!! NONNIE FOREVER!' and then I blushed so hard because he made us a ship. We are a ship. We are the best fucking ship to ever sail these wide and glorious seas."
"Well, Noelle, he didn't techinically-"
"Don't. You. Dare."
