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I thought I'd just been lucky after our episode with the coffee. Nope, you appeared at the park during my daily run. I even dropped my fruit basket at the supermarket and shattered my watermelon. You just had to make me drop the damn watermelon.
I got the watermelon at double price,my blueberries were smashed. The bananas were destroyed. The only undamaged fruit was the box of strawberries, you'd dropped most of your household items. I never understood why you were so stunned.
You, Antoine Griezmann, asked me if I wanted to make chocolate covered strawberries with you.I was honestly stupefied and honored in one.
You also ended up paying for both my glasses and my contact lenses. I'm glad you came with me to the hospital when you realized my eyes were injured by the shattered contact lenses. Whose idea was it to shove me into a wall? Definitely not mine.
What stood out to me was what happened later that night. My friend Adelaide had organized a class reunion at a nightclub. I was lonely. James,the kid mother wants me to marry, abandoned me for some Chelsea chick and I was one step away from drowning my sorrow in liquor.
You arrived. The song had switched to a somewhat slower tune,Me and My Broken Heart. You were there when James decided to make use of the rooms in the back with Chelsea. You knew my mother had the ancient monarch kind of mindset whenever my sisters or I were concerned.
You punched any guy that trued to make a move on me,even if it was partially idiotic, it was cute. Just never drunkenly serenade me with a jumble of MCR lyrics and we're fine.
I said the same words months ago,Antoine. Now look where that landed us. I'm lying on my messy floor at 2:11 am talking to the self portrait you made. I'm never throwing it out,as much as it hurts to look at the canvas you.
Time for a little rant on my teaching life, I remember you'd love listening to the pranks the kids pulled,laughing at the outcome. You remember that kid I talked about previously?
Yep.
He brought me a shiny red apple with a note. The note said exactly 'nobody cares if you're our teacher. you'll never be mrs. granlee'
The supervisor found the note in my trash can and made him write an apology. Turns out he can rhyme curse words very well.
I apologized to him by playing My Chemical Romance while I taught the Mexican new student about the Mexican anthem, before telling her that I knew a descendant of the writer. You and I both know well that an American name can't mask a Hispanic's traits. Doesn't she live in Phoenix, Arizona? I've bonded with the class by blasting their music of choice.
Yes,even Anaconda. I personally liked when we all started dancing to 'My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark'.
Then I got emotional like I always do. That was our song and even a pesky teenage boy can't replace you. Not even a blond and pesky teenage boy named Antonio. "
I don't care if you get drunk and murmur My Chemical Romance lyrics in an attempt to be romantic. All I need is you, Antoine. Not a monotone canvas you, living ,cheerful you.
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It seems like you get the crappy chapters on time and the perfect chapters later. Since I won't be updating on Christmas (I don't know about Clary)
Feliz Navidad,Merry Christmas to you all.
-brandy
