So I know it has been quite a while since I’ve posted on
here, but the theme still stands: Every time I think it’s all said and done,
something happens to start the ball rolling again. Every time. Without fail.
And it’s really starting to get on my nerves, man.
So…For the first couple of weeks of school, I have to admit
that my (as much as I hate to say this word) romantic focus was elsewhere. Or
otherwise not on Bowser. I was shutting him out and I know he’d finally caught
on.
But I broke my own rule and texted him. Not to have a
conversation, but I gave him my tennis schedule for the week, as I had been doing with my friend Paxton. It
had become habit, so I didn’t think that it was going to turn into anything, but
of course it did.
But nothing really caught my attention until today. Then I
started putting two and two together. I’ve been catching him looking at me more
than once in a single sitting. I’ve made some changes to me wardrobe and he was
sure to notice, but geez.
So, today….Today…Lemme backtrack a little.
The past couple of days, we’ve been having some serious car
trouble, and I’d been talking to him about it to see if maybe he could help
figure out the problem. Y’see, I had no idea he even liked cars at all, let
alone the amount of knowledge he actually possesses. I go to him for a lot of
car and computer questions. He just always seemed to have an answer.
But that got us sort of talking again. Sorta.
But today, I needed to get PhotoShop put onto my laptop, and
when I got up to third floor, he was the only one there. My Tennis team has
been selling these obnoxiously sized boxes of candy in order to fundraise for
our uniforms. (I actually made Varsity, by some miracle) So I set the box next
to him and asked him to watch it.
I was starting to walk away when I decided to make a joke, I
don’t know why, but I’m glad I did. I
said, “You don’t have to watch it intensely, but make sure it doesn’t walk
away.” As soon as I looked at him, before I spoke, I saw him smile.
He smiled. He actually smiled. Does this mean what I think
it does?
Anyways, when I got back upstairs, my box was nowhere to be
seen. So I asked him where it went and he said it ran away. He said he looked
away for two seconds and it got up and left. But then I saw it behind him. I
told him he was a bad babysitter.
Then he started doing something he hasn’t done since we were
partners in Kauffman. He started showing me funny pictures. But, being the
buzzkill she is, Carter jumped in. I was basically pinned against the wall
between Bowser and another desk because she was standing so close to him,
therefore me. At the time, Bowser had been looking for a specific picture to
show me, but I just kind of slipped away, like I usually do. I can tell when
I’m not wanted. So I left. No goodbyes no forewarning, just left.
That’s kind of become my thing nowadays, hiding in the
background and slipping out before anyone even notices that I was there at all.
Anyways, later on, I was leaving IBH History and headed to
IBH Art. I was talking to Evan about a bet Paxton had made with Sherlock that
he couldn’t argue about anything the rest of the week. We’re horrible people,
we know, we don’t care. But as we were walking, I saw Ronnie coming the
opposite direction. I only saw him. I did, eventually see Bowser, but not until
two seconds before he squeezed my shoulder and kept walking.
He squeezed my shoulder. Why? Does that mean what I
think it means?
I don’t know what to think of those two little things. To
most people, they’d be insignificant. They wouldn’t mean anything. But you’d
have to know the whole story to understand why that means so much.
I think he’s starting to like me again. As bad as that is,
I’m getting my Best Friend back. And I’d thought that ship has sailed. But I’m
learning a lesson that’s been staring me in the face.
It’s never over for Jinx and Sir Dipshit the Second. There
will always be a sequel.
Here we go again, people. Get ready for the ride.