An Occasion|Lauren Perry
Last night I was swept away by someone other than Prince Charming, someone rather peculiar to the attracted eye, but one who would give me one of the most memorable moments of my life
It was 11:30p.m and there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find him, the boy whom I have secrectly desired for two months now, the boy who scoops the mashed potatoes. He stood there in his white shirt and jeans with his black glasses leaning on the end of his nose. And as he reached for my hand he said, "take a walk with me". As I grabbed my keys off the table, I got all gittery inside as I felt like a princess being escorted to the ball. We walked through the parking lot onto the grass of campus. The sprinklers were on and water was everywhere but it only made everything glisten undermeath the lights of the streets. We walked along the sidewalks going by the libraary and such. We talked of our advenures during the day, what we liked and what we didn't and what we were doing the following day.
We walked until the side walk going straight came to an end. We were right in front of the physical education building and we noticed a kitten. He called over the kitten and oddly enough it came running but then it wouldn't leave. As we walked, so did it and when we stopped, it did to. We continued walking and walking and walking and as we came upon the theatre we turned to the right with our little friend right there. He turns to me and says, "name him". Out of confusion knowing this is someone else's cat I said, "name him"? And he said, "yes, name him". So I dug into my mind and pulled out a I thought matched and it was "Sputnick". So, we continued our journey and Sputnick walked along.
Right about the point when we were in front of the art building, like the point in Cinderella where everything was to good to be true, my potato boy through off his sandles and went running. He ran through the wet grass in the feild like hippies ran through mud at Woodstock. He yelled for me to follow, so off went my red sandles and away I went. And I thought that that very moment had been the most fun I had ever had, the grass running through my feet, the cool breeze causing shivers up my spine and good ol' Sputnick sprinting along right with us. As we made our way to the little pond by the bench, it felt as if my glass slipper was going to appear.
However, my potato boy took my hand and placed his other on my waist. He pulled me closely in and stared at me for a moment and all I could do was stare back, unsure of what he was thinking. Sputnick sat at our feet and we both let out a smirk. His hand that was holdingmine, made its way to my cheek and held it ever so gently and he kissed me ever so softly, that I knew then, running through wet grass could never compare, for it wasn't a wedding, it wasn't a funeral, but for the rest of my life, I will remember my night with the mashed potato boy.
It was 11:30p.m and there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find him, the boy whom I have secrectly desired for two months now, the boy who scoops the mashed potatoes. He stood there in his white shirt and jeans with his black glasses leaning on the end of his nose. And as he reached for my hand he said, "take a walk with me". As I grabbed my keys off the table, I got all gittery inside as I felt like a princess being escorted to the ball. We walked through the parking lot onto the grass of campus. The sprinklers were on and water was everywhere but it only made everything glisten undermeath the lights of the streets. We walked along the sidewalks going by the libraary and such. We talked of our advenures during the day, what we liked and what we didn't and what we were doing the following day.
We walked until the side walk going straight came to an end. We were right in front of the physical education building and we noticed a kitten. He called over the kitten and oddly enough it came running but then it wouldn't leave. As we walked, so did it and when we stopped, it did to. We continued walking and walking and walking and as we came upon the theatre we turned to the right with our little friend right there. He turns to me and says, "name him". Out of confusion knowing this is someone else's cat I said, "name him"? And he said, "yes, name him". So I dug into my mind and pulled out a I thought matched and it was "Sputnick". So, we continued our journey and Sputnick walked along.
Right about the point when we were in front of the art building, like the point in Cinderella where everything was to good to be true, my potato boy through off his sandles and went running. He ran through the wet grass in the feild like hippies ran through mud at Woodstock. He yelled for me to follow, so off went my red sandles and away I went. And I thought that that very moment had been the most fun I had ever had, the grass running through my feet, the cool breeze causing shivers up my spine and good ol' Sputnick sprinting along right with us. As we made our way to the little pond by the bench, it felt as if my glass slipper was going to appear.
However, my potato boy took my hand and placed his other on my waist. He pulled me closely in and stared at me for a moment and all I could do was stare back, unsure of what he was thinking. Sputnick sat at our feet and we both let out a smirk. His hand that was holdingmine, made its way to my cheek and held it ever so gently and he kissed me ever so softly, that I knew then, running through wet grass could never compare, for it wasn't a wedding, it wasn't a funeral, but for the rest of my life, I will remember my night with the mashed potato boy.
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