Hey internet!
Did I already tell you that I love you? Because I do, I love you! You are awesome! Just look at this:
Those are my site stats in the morning. Click to see in full size.
14 views yesterday? That… that… that’s so fabulous! I was about to feel all grumpy and bad-tempered all day today because I didn’t sleep well again – but now I can’t anymore. I guess I have to be all happyface now. Because of you, internet. I hope you feel fabulous for that!
Really, I’m a very happy little fish right now. Thank you for frequenting my Blog, for reading and… being with me this way! I shall reward you right away with the story I should have told you sooner anyway.
So Friday after school I visited Story at home so we could do our group-homework. He was even cuter then I expected. Like a gentleman he would always offer me things to drink, going out of his way (read: down into the cellar) to get me orange juice because that was the drink I happened to like the most. When I came to his room, it was not quite as stereotypically dork-ish as I had thought. But still pretty much. His bookshelf more or less covered one whole wall, and still there were books lying everywhere as if he couldn’t manage to stuff any more into the shelf. When I came in, there was one of the Lord of the Rings novels lying on the desk. I couldn’t repress a smirk when I saw it, which resulted in him blushing and putting it away quickly. And that, in turn, made me feel bad for laughing at him, so I told him that he shouldn’t act like he didn’t like it just because of me. You know, totally not giving myself away. Also: Look who’s talking! Little Miss Hypocrisy! His expression at this remark was totally worth it though. I’ve never seen something as cute as Story blushing before. The rest of the afternoon I could hold back rather well, but it was difficult to act all cool and collected while I sat right next to my secret crush for… I don’t even know how long exactly. It’s all behind that pink, fluffy curtain that is the memories of sitting next to him, bent over that strange children’s book (Germans are strange people, or at least were, judging from that thing…). I was so distracted by just being with him that I can’t even really remember what he said or did in particular. Apart from those two scenes, the second one because I was being hypocritical then and the first one because when I visited him yesterday again – there was a glass with fresh, chilled orange juice on his desk for me already.
How can someone be so… charming?
Well, I’m going to hop into bed now, hoping to get some sleep tonight. I really don’t understand why my sub-conscience chooses to dream about nasty things instead of wonderful afternoons. But maybe the cinema in my mind will at least feature fabulous readers tonight instead of… stuff. That would be great. :)
Nini, internet!
PS: Also, feel invited to comment, too. Not forced, but invited. ;)
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