Firstly, Bonbon and Kitsune, I would recommend working out this little spat IRL. It could really screw up a relationship if it gets too out of hand, and I would HATE to ban two such fine members because they spead their little drama around our boards, and snapped at other members because of it.
Now then, moving right along...
It was a cold spring morning, and students all across the school were abuzz with excitment. Hip hop could be heard blaring from the stand on one end, and little kids savored the taste of Cotton Candy and grilled Hot Dogs on the other, and right in the middle of it all were a group of students (myself included) huddled together; waiting for the line to move and possibly buy the tickets needed to access these events.
I stood in the middle of that organized mess of a line, the chilly air crisp in my lungs; and as I saw the line move about 2 steps every 5 minutes, I began to think of myself as a sardine, packed in a can, packed in the trunk of a Pinto.
I saw the sea of beanie caps and turtleneck sweaters begin to close in on me, and began to wildly look around; a look of terror crossing my face. My breathing became harder and harder as they came closer and closer, and my body began to shake, dying to find a way out of the random idiotic chatter about pop stars and and the lastest trends filling the air. After a moment, I decided I had had enough, and started bobbing, weaving, and pushing my way out of the crush, desperately gasping for some air (in my mind, at least).
As I came close to a possible exit, I reached my hand out of the crowd and felt something warm and inviting grow across it. At first, I thought it was comfort from struggling my way through, or perhaps I had found a warm spot. I found a warm spot, alright. I moment later, I had found out my hand landed on the a** of a nicely growing, auburn haired girl wearing a Jeans jacket and pants; pink shades covering her hazel eyes. After a moment, I had took my hand away and blushed; quickly walking away and making my way to the events.
I haven't been quite the same since that day, and I'm still shy and hell around girls, even girl friends. Although, looking back, I probably should have gave it a squeeze before I took it away. Of course, back then, I wasn't as sexually frustrated as I am today...*softly laughs*
