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Sunday passed by too quickly, but then again too slowly in some ways. For instance, it passed by too quickly because I wasn't ready for it to be monday and have to face Carter. I wasn't prepared for what i should say, or do, or even think. But most importantly, what to wear. In other ways, it went by too slow. With nothing to do to keep me busy, I wanted to see Carter soo badly! Not talk to him, or him even acknowledge I exsisted, just see him, like a movie. But whether the way it passed was fair or not, Sunday was long gone and it was Monday. And I was in the school parking lot thinking "woulda-shoulda-coulda's", and it was too late for that now...

And that's when I spotted him. His perfect face, with his perfect hair, and perfect smile, all framing those drop-dead-gorgeous eyes of his. who knew Heaven was walking around on two legs in the middle of Alabama? I did, except he wasn't walking, to me it seemed like he floated. but then again my oppinion was biased, I was obsessed. But was it really fair to call me that? Obsessed? Wouldn't anyone who got attention from this amazing being think about him all the time? Wasn't I just reacting normally? This guy, er-man, err-beautiful creature was worth every bit of attention me and the rest of the world had all put together, if not more. And he still felt the ned to conversate with me. Right here in front of god and everybody. He really was an angel.

"Why hello Karleigh! It was a pleasure seeing you this weekend! Tell me, is your father feeling any better?" his musical voice had a worried tone sewn through it toward the end of his sentence.

"Hey!" (Hey seemed so ordinary compared to "What a pleasure..." and calling my dad my "father") "Uhh actually I don't know if he's doing any better, but he's tough, he'll get through it." I felt like a loser...This beautiful boy was merely asking me if my dad felt better, just common courtesy, nothing too fancy, and here I go and screw it up making it sound like I don't care if my dad is sick or not. Whay was I such a clutz?! How long had I participated in idle chit-chat before?! Why was it so hard now?! Why did everything I say or think sound stupid in my head?! But most importantly, WHY AM I TALKING TO MYSELF?!

He walked me to class, holding the door for me on the way in, such a gentleman. The poor chivalry-loving sap probably had no idea that people were staring. And for good reason too! I was so plain and ordinary...Straight brown hair that hang below my shoulders, and brown eyes. Very common, nothing special, and I was pale, no freckles, no nothing, just little me, little Karleigh standing beside the most beautiful man on the Universe. And he was walking me to clas...ON HIS OWN FREE WILL! There had to be something wrong with him. Mentally, I mean, because there was no doubt in my mind, or anyone else's for that matter, that physically, he was utterly flawless. And those eyes...Nevermind. I was getting distracted. Oddly enough, it seemed as though the more time I spent with Carter, the more I got distracted. I could be telling a story and suddenyl drift off while staring in his eyes, and he didn't seem to mind at all. He just kept looking at me intently until I started bcak again, like he hadn't really noticed that I had quit talking. But I knew he paid attention, it was just...his eyes...*sigh*

We walked into 1st Block, and there were neon pink flyers on everyone's desk. I picked one up, as Carter read over my shoulder, touching me. It was very hard to read because A. I wasn't really focused on the printed script. And B. My hand wouldn't quit shaking. Quite embarrasing, though Carter pretended not to notice...

1st Annual BHS Wildacats Bonfire

When? This Friday Night, 8:30 p.m.

Where? Donny Stiddam's Lake Lot (Call for directions)

Why? To party it up!!!

Also: Call 867-5309 for directions, and additional information.

DRESS WARM!!!!

I crumpled up my flyer and tossed it into my backpack. It was a black hole for virtually anything I wanted to get rid of. Mid-way through Mrs.Moore's lecture, I was suprised to find one of the pink flyers fly onto my desk all folded neatly with my name in perfect script across the front. I quickly realized it was from Carter seeing as his name was under mine with "From:" written beside it. I opened the note quietly:

"Karleigh, Are you opposed to attending the bonfire with me on Friday? I've never been to one, and I'd like to have this experience, and I'd especially like to share it with you. You can think of it as a date I suppose, but if you'd rather not I understand. I know this is kind of sudden so i don't expect you to respond quickly. Though if you could give me a heads up around fourth block on Thursday I'd appreciate it. I'll pick you up and cover any expenses, just please attend it with me? Thanks, your friend, Carter :)"

I gasped. So loud that everyone looked at me, and Mrs.Moore momentarily stopped to give me a glare. I blushed sheepishly. I then pulled out my purple pen and scrawled in my un-tidy handwriting as best as I could manage, "Of course I'll go with you! ttyl about it :) -Karleigh" I tried to pass the note inconspiculousley. It didn't work. But Carter got the message. And he started grinning from ear-to-ear throughout the rest of the class.

As we headed for Study Hall he kept looking at me, smiling still. And once we had taken our seats he whispered to me, so close that only I could hear, "Is it a date?"

Something about the place, the time, his hair, hs voice, his crazy gorgeous eyes, the way he sat so close to me, the way no one else really gawked at us, though they should be,all of it put together gave me a burst of courage, not a lot, but just enough to whisper back into his ear, "Of course you silly goose." And then i giggled. I never giggle. But I did today.

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