Loverboy meets train
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janestarzIn the first seat of the last compartiment of the train a girl was reading a book. Her backpack was in her lap and the Mists of Avalon was caught in two hands lying relaxed atop the bag. Briefly she looked up.
A boy was looking at her.
She read a few sentences more and briefly looked up again as a person entered the compartiment. The train would leave the station in five minutes, so people were walking in and out all the time. The boy was still looking at her. Perhaps he was just staring blankly ahead, as people are prone to do when they are bored with travelling.
The girl read on, oblivious to any more passengers entering and exiting. A mix of Michael Jackson, Rammstein and Pink Floyd played on the mp3 player that was plugged into her ears. The book must have been rather exciting as she was in the last part, and she did not look out the window even once.
As the train pulled up to the station, she put the book away and passengers lined up next to her to exit the door as soon as the train would stop.
"Here, you dropped something." said a voice next to her.
Confused, the girl looked on the floor. All she had taken out of her bag was her book, and that had been tucked safely away. There was nothing on the floor either. The boy handed her a scrap of paper, and she knew there was no way she could have dropped a piece of paper since she didn't carry any but her diary.
"No, that's not mine." she protested, but the boy pushed the scrap into her hands and walked out of the train.
The girl kept her eyes fixed on the back of his head. He was wearing casual clothes - the kind of jeans that only cover the buttocks by means of a belt, a hoodie and a baseball cap with a plaid pattern not unlike, but not quite, Burberry. His beard had been trimmed neatly, his eyelids drooping a little.
The boy did not look back, and once she was sure of this, she unfolded the scrap of paper near her waist and stole a glance. After reading it, she looked at the boy again, who slowly disappeared in the crowd. Only then did she laugh.
Once downstairs she met up with a long-haired boy, still laughing, and showed him the note.
She lifted her hand and waggled her ringfinger, toting the gold Great Serpent Ring. The boy laughed, and kissed her. They left the station together.
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*) I have no scruples. Also, his parents need to learn how to spell if that's his real name. And his grammar was just as painful in Dutch.
A boy was looking at her.
She read a few sentences more and briefly looked up again as a person entered the compartiment. The train would leave the station in five minutes, so people were walking in and out all the time. The boy was still looking at her. Perhaps he was just staring blankly ahead, as people are prone to do when they are bored with travelling.
The girl read on, oblivious to any more passengers entering and exiting. A mix of Michael Jackson, Rammstein and Pink Floyd played on the mp3 player that was plugged into her ears. The book must have been rather exciting as she was in the last part, and she did not look out the window even once.
As the train pulled up to the station, she put the book away and passengers lined up next to her to exit the door as soon as the train would stop.
"Here, you dropped something." said a voice next to her.
Confused, the girl looked on the floor. All she had taken out of her bag was her book, and that had been tucked safely away. There was nothing on the floor either. The boy handed her a scrap of paper, and she knew there was no way she could have dropped a piece of paper since she didn't carry any but her diary.
"No, that's not mine." she protested, but the boy pushed the scrap into her hands and walked out of the train.
The girl kept her eyes fixed on the back of his head. He was wearing casual clothes - the kind of jeans that only cover the buttocks by means of a belt, a hoodie and a baseball cap with a plaid pattern not unlike, but not quite, Burberry. His beard had been trimmed neatly, his eyelids drooping a little.
The boy did not look back, and once she was sure of this, she unfolded the scrap of paper near her waist and stole a glance. After reading it, she looked at the boy again, who slowly disappeared in the crowd. Only then did she laugh.
Once downstairs she met up with a long-haired boy, still laughing, and showed him the note.
"Call me if you haven't got a boyfriend or married 0647330310 Lutwieg" *)
She lifted her hand and waggled her ringfinger, toting the gold Great Serpent Ring. The boy laughed, and kissed her. They left the station together.
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*) I have no scruples. Also, his parents need to learn how to spell if that's his real name. And his grammar was just as painful in Dutch.
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Date: 2008-06-20 10:53 am (UTC)Then again, you can just count on me being in a solid relationship one day and getting something like this. Damn you murphy!