Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It isn't fictionalized autobiography, either...
This is a tale of true love; this is the tale of Wompo and me. Well, I never would've called her that before...well, a lot of things.
There's this girl at our college. She's a big star, or something. I mean, I didn't know that when I saw her, you know? But all I knew was that she was really cute. Cute enough that it was hard to look her in the face. Yeah. She has dark brown hair, thick as---well, this is kind of awkward, but thick as cushiony moss in a quiet forest. (I like hikes. Call me a Thoreauly backwards troglodyte, but we come from all walks of life! Ha! Sorry about the puns. I like those too.) I wondered if her hair felt as soft...but I told you that she had brown hair, not green hair, not green like moss, don't get me wrong! And her hair wasn't soggy, like moss---I would find that out soon enough...
So, suddenly she's all over me, and I must've been blushing red as a baboon's bottom during mating season, because she was looking me straight in the eye, or trying to, anyway, because I was avoiding her gaze. (I tend to avoid gays, because they try to flirt with me sometimes and I get awked out. I mean, nothing against 'em, but I just don't...you know...) "Hey!" she said. "You're not trying to get my autograph! Hey...you have a cute nose." She giggled a little. I hate it when girls giggle like that. By that I mean...well, I love it when girls giggle like that. I noticed that she had one dimple. (I never liked "dimple" as a word (maybe I'd like "dimple" as a person...just kidding...), because it reminds me too much of "pimple," which is just not good. Anyway.) Everything about her face was super cute. Her eyes were clear (honest) and a little tired looking, but shining with excitement over---me, I guess (hope)? Very blue. But not transparent looking. Deep. You could dive for pearls in 'em. Yeah, something like that. Her nose was petite and overall a God-scent (ha, ha). Is my nose cute? I'd never heard that one before. Her lips were pursed with surprise, but I could tell they were a bit large, but in a good way. It's embarrassing to say, but I was thinking that they were a soft entrance to somewhere nice.......
"Do you know what time it is?" "W-what?" "You have the time?" "Yeah, it's two minutes to fifty. No! I mean, fifty minutes to two!" "Heh, heh. You sure you don't want an autograph?" I shook my head. "Why would I want your autograph?" (I wanted...) "Wow, this is weird! Look me up, I'm really famous around here. My name's Lily White. Well, actually it's Lily Black, they changed it because lilies are white, right?" She laughed at the rhyme, a little. "I sing and dance, so...look me up" pause "please." She smiled. Lips: roses blooming in that pause. Shy smile. My heart caught up later. "Wait, is it really one-fifty?" She leaned over to look at my watch, and that thick hair brushed my forearm, foreshadowing, forbidden, bringing sweat to my forehead four hours later, as I'm writing this, and, for all I know, for days to come! Unforgettable and unforeseen! And what for!? I could die a happy human. I'd had more than my share of romance for a lifetime.
Funny thing, though, on my way home I think I actually stepped on a womp-womp as I was running home with excitement. "Sorry!" I yelled back. The womper looked freakin' pissed. I have a bad feeling about this.
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