Lana

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Not your typical love story in a very typical setting.

It’s just another cloudy Wednesday morning in the streets of Burlington, Vermont. Sweaters, coffee mugs, and bikes rule the sidewalks. One girl is talking on the phone and crying, while begging for forgiveness. Damn, it’s only 7:43 AM, a bit early for that, don’t you think?

It starts drizzling, and my class is about 10 minutes away, and I start praying that it won’t actually rain. Otherwise, I’m fucked. But hey, I’m a lucky guy, and within 2 minutes, it’s pouring. You could see the regret of those who did not bring their umbrellas and the victorious look in the faces of those who did. I am obviously one of those who did not, and I really wasn’t looking forward to walking into my business lecture soaking wet. Again. So I made the decision to turn and go back to my room. Who gives a shit about that old fucker talking about irrelevant shit anyways?

As I turned around as if I had just seen a tornado run towards me, I bumped into the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

That sentence was bullshit.

Mila Kunis and Miranda Kerr are the most beautiful women ever seen. This girl did, however, have some beautiful dark blue eyes. They almost seemed photoshopped. I was on top of her, and instead of apologizing, I blurted out a few curses, maybe more than a few. I was lost in her eyes for a few seconds before I could get up and apologize. About 10 times. She didn’t seem to care too much that I had knocked her to the floor, but she did ask me why did I turn around like that. I told her why, and she offered me an “umbrella ride” to class. Yup, that’s where she was going to too.

We presented ourselves and had an awkward conversation on the way to class without too much eye contact, which is horrible for us business students. We never even shook hands. We did have a conversation about Lana del Rey though. The reason for that is because her name was Lana. Lana and I got to class and we sat next to each other, without exchanging a single word for the 75 minutes the class lasted, which to be honest, felt like 75 hours. We both walked outside, said bye to each other, and that was it. She went her own way, I went my way.

There was a little misunderstanding though. We were both walking in the same direction. I did not realize this until I got to my destination, the dining hall. As I opened the door, I looked if someone was behind me so I could hold the door for that person. That’s the most productive as well as the nicest thing I do on a daily basis. And there she was… I was pretty happy that she was there, because I had thought I would never see her again. That’s usually the case with most of the people I have any interaction with. So we ended up sitting together, and getting to know each other a little better.

“What’s your favorite artist?”

 

 

The alarm goes off. It’s 7:30, which means I had already dismissed the first two alarms I had set up. I brushed my teeth, threw on a sweater and khakis (gotta look professional for that business class), and headed to class.

It’s a beautiful sunny day in Burlington, Vermont. I took my sweater off, showing off my NIKE t-shirt. One girl is talking on the phone and smiling, while expressing her love. Wow, it’s only 7:43. Nothing better than a morning “I love you”.

I see another girl, that for whatever reason is carrying an umbrella. As she walked ahead of me, she gave me a can-you-seriously-not-walk-any-slower look, and her green eyes were just the most beautiful thing. I walked to class, then had breakfast by myself, went back to my room, and slept for the rest of the day.

It was just another very average day in Burlington, Vermont… 


Submitted: November 16, 2014

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