Entire plot goes in title with Random capitalisation and pun.ctuation

He popped his 'p' with a smirk, exclaiming, "yup." Then he jumped on his Harley, forcing me to join him, despite my fear. But by the end of the ride, I was in love - with the bike. I was still uncertain about him.

<< The fourth wall. >>

I have a dream of love and romance, but I know reality is not fantasy. But in fantasy, I can control each character, no matter how arrogant, abusive, ignorant, jerky, naive, stupid... Oh so stupid. But I know I would never want this in real life. Respect, laughter, respect, love. That's what I want. That's what I need.

<< back>>

I had hard dreams that night. Silky, smooth, metallic, power beneath my legs. I needed to find the bike of my dream. But the bike had baggage. Like an albatross, the boy came with it. Launch plan: get bike from boy.

<< end prologue >>

: giggles :

Walking in the class, just late enough to make an entrance, but not so late we'd get in trouble, everyone looked up at our laughter. Then stopped looking. Whatever. We weren't the popular kids, but we weren't the unpopular kids. We were just nerdy enough, just geeky enough, just weird enough, to not be hipsters. And we #random.

There was a new boy in class. He had tight pants, a v-neck sweater hugging his muscular chest and eight pack, dreamy brown eyes and messy brown curls. "Hello everyone", his husky voice drawled out the words. "I'm Mr. Cane, your new teacher. And I'm so pleased to meet my students in advanced algebra. #insertmathjoke."

But what about looks? My looks. I know what I look like, but I'm not sure others know what I think I looks like. So, beauty in the eye of the beholder? And clothing - describe every item of clothing that I own, because clothes make the person. And darn it, if the shirt isn't the right color or look, my life will go the wrong way. Look at Cinderella - a single solitary shoe was the only way her man could recognize her after a night spent in her arms (dancing!). So yes, clothes make a difference. Despite all shopping at the same stores, and shunning those who shop differently, my raiment is what makes me different - but exactly the same - as all my friend.

Is it time for a slut shame?