So they were talking,
two kids. The boy had a bit of a
crush on the girl; the boy didn't know it, but the girl felt the
same way. They were studying
chemistry -- taught by the boring, 80-year-old man that also taught it to both of their
fathers and
mothers... They were going over a worksheet. It was multiple-choice, and they were making up questions as well as reading off the sheets.
"Okay... do you:
A.
Like me
B.
Hate me
C.
Want to kill me
D.
All of the above?"
The boy asked, with his slightly
charming,
semi-sarcastic tone that the girl found extremely nice to
deal with. She could (and often did) sit there all day,
drinking in his words. But she had a question to answer. She gave it
a few moments' thought, and carefully replied.
"
I choose "D", all of the above."
The boy
blushed and
laughed,
relieved. They finished their
homework.
Yeah. Story of my life. Cept I never get around to asking that question. So this is more
fiction... hmm,
Wish Fiction?