Post by Finlay Eddelman on Jul 7, 2009 20:30:28 GMT -5
Fin had been unable to appreciate meeting Bowie quite as much as he probably should have, as he was distracted by the revelation from Delilah. And she had a date that night with Nero! What if she changed her mind? What if she decided to go out with Nero anyway, just because he asked first? He had enjoyed his time with Annie, truly, and he had been quite awestruck by meeting a Glam legend, but he would have been less fidgety and anxious if not for the events that had transpired at lunch.
So he had decided to skip lunch and hover near Dee's locker, hoping she would pass by on her way to the cafeteria. He tugged at a belt loop, scanning the hall for the girl. C'mon, c'mon, Dee. He thought to himself, as though he could will her to appear by sheer mental power. But of course this didn't seem to be working, so at last he dropped into a crouch, rummaging through his bag for cell phone.
D Meet me by ur locker. F
He hit send, praying she would answer, or better yet, actually show up. After yesterday, knowing what he did now, he absolutely had to talk to her, tell her he felt the same. Only, he had to tell her to her face, couldn't tell her by text or voice mail, couldn't even tell her by email or note shoved into locker. He had been too much of a wuss to tell her even in an indirect manner when he hadn't known how she felt, but he still didn't exactly feel confident. He still couldn't quite believe that the girl he liked best actually liked him best, and was half-way expecting this to be a joke, or a dream, and she would reject him. In his nightmares she was cruel enough to laugh in his face, although he knew that Delilah would never laugh at someone, she would at least wait until he was gone to sneer at his boldness. Or lack thereof, really, bold and Finlay were rarely associated unless there was a negative attached somewhere.
So he had decided to skip lunch and hover near Dee's locker, hoping she would pass by on her way to the cafeteria. He tugged at a belt loop, scanning the hall for the girl. C'mon, c'mon, Dee. He thought to himself, as though he could will her to appear by sheer mental power. But of course this didn't seem to be working, so at last he dropped into a crouch, rummaging through his bag for cell phone.
D Meet me by ur locker. F
He hit send, praying she would answer, or better yet, actually show up. After yesterday, knowing what he did now, he absolutely had to talk to her, tell her he felt the same. Only, he had to tell her to her face, couldn't tell her by text or voice mail, couldn't even tell her by email or note shoved into locker. He had been too much of a wuss to tell her even in an indirect manner when he hadn't known how she felt, but he still didn't exactly feel confident. He still couldn't quite believe that the girl he liked best actually liked him best, and was half-way expecting this to be a joke, or a dream, and she would reject him. In his nightmares she was cruel enough to laugh in his face, although he knew that Delilah would never laugh at someone, she would at least wait until he was gone to sneer at his boldness. Or lack thereof, really, bold and Finlay were rarely associated unless there was a negative attached somewhere.