As a foray into the whole “STORIES” theme, I will tell a story about this one time that stuff happened.
So it began a few years ago, at the Academy, when George was really into big romantic gestures. Who am I kidding, he still is, but this was a different level. There was a lot more planning that went into these sorts of things, like schedules for people and props and whatnot. See George’s post about Zute for proof. Anyway, he told me that he has this plan for a girl named X. X had been having a rough few days and, as any good classmate would, George really wanted to help cheer her up. This included handpicked flowers and a leisurely stroll back to her dorm where the two could just talk about life and George would have the chance to make her feel better. A very nice idea on his part.
The plan consisted of making sure the flowers were picked, thinking through what he would say, and, lastly, figuring out where X would be leaving the building. This is not sketchy at all, trust me. In a small school there aren’t that many entrances and exits to choose from, we just got lucky when we spotted her heading towards one door in particular. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize that there was a thunderstorm going on, which is hard to miss, but we were both invested in this. I don’t quite remember why I was so intent on helping, but it meant a lot to George, so how could I not?
George had the flowers hidden next to the doorway (which we figured she would choose because it was closest to her dorm), but he had to go run to the Lost and Found to see if he could find an umbrella. This meant that X would have walked out of the building and never received the flowers from George, and everything would have been for naught. SO. I knew what I had to do. I ran up to her and shouted, “Hey, X!”, to which she stopped, turned and looked at me and replied, “Hey, Fred.” Not the most energetic response, but for someone who had a bad week I was surprised she even stopped at all. “You know it’s pouring rain out, right?” I asked. “Meh” was all the response I got, which is damn near foreshadowing future events… but more on that in a different STORIES post, if ever. “Do you have an umbrella, or are you just…” I began before she cut me off with a, “I don’t really care about getting wet.” I noticed George walking up and began wrapping up the small talk. “Oh, OK then… well, I guess I’ll see you around then.” “See ya,” was all the response I got and then George was there, umbrella in hand and flowers behind his back, ready to be chivalrous. I headed out after that to go back to my room, but the operation was a success, and it did in fact cheer her up.
This was just a slight snippet into the minor little things that George and I would do around campus, randomly. It’s not much, but what it is, is antics. And that’s what we do.
I’ll See You,