Romance is an Odd Genre
It was 4:00 and I waited patiently on one of those wood benches in the Library.I was got bored, and walked around looking for a good book. I stumbled into the Romance isle. I shuffled through the pages of a few. The stories made me feel uncomfortable, but it made me happy in an odd kind of way.
Finally, Aaron busted through the doors with a look of stress and a bit of hope on his face.
I stood up and waved. He waved back.
Pretty soon, he had gotten me into the back of the room with his excuse of wanting to "talk in private."
"What?" I inquired.
"Ok...so..." He started, but then stopped when he saw a little girl, about 5 or 6, stalking us from behind the bookshelf.
She gave her a scornful look, which sent her half skipping, half running away.
I nodded as to signal continuation in his speech.
"Yes, as I was going to say...you know the dance next month?" He asked quietly.
I nodded and gulped down a feeling of what he was going to say.
"So..err..um..I was wondering..if you would go with me?" He finally uttered.
My heart pounded faster than ever, leaving me short of breath.
Here was Aaron, a friend of mine, asking me to the school dance!
Well, since no one else was going to ask me, I nodded. Then I remembered the note that I left in the trash yesterday. Had he written it? Well, since today was apparently confession day at the library, I questioned.
"Did you write that note?"
"Yes. I did."
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