Flourescent Adolescent
shout, shout; let it all out
I was sitting on a park bench three days after Rosie's party. Three days after I ran into him. And here he was again. I'm not sure if he sat beside me because he realized who I was or because he just wanted to sit down to rest; I'd find out that the first one was true.
We were quiet for what seemed like a eternity before he spoke to me. "Did you get your sweater cleaned?" oh, we're still talking about my sweater? I had though, the beer came right out. "Yeah." I replied.
He nodded and looked at me, "good."
"I'm Grace."
"Stanley."
I never liked the name Stanley but when he said it my heart did backflips. I smiled and was about to ask if he wanted to hang out for a bit but he got up. "I gotta run....sorry again, about your sweater." he said.
He was already gone by the time my mouth decided to get a "no problem" out.
We were quiet for what seemed like a eternity before he spoke to me. "Did you get your sweater cleaned?" oh, we're still talking about my sweater? I had though, the beer came right out. "Yeah." I replied.
He nodded and looked at me, "good."
"I'm Grace."
"Stanley."
I never liked the name Stanley but when he said it my heart did backflips. I smiled and was about to ask if he wanted to hang out for a bit but he got up. "I gotta run....sorry again, about your sweater." he said.
He was already gone by the time my mouth decided to get a "no problem" out.