A story

*took this story from Shuen. She wrote it on the so-called blog the 8 of us tried to start. Just read it & its kinda nice!*

Once upon a time, there was this girl Jenny. She was never very pretty, nor was she very popular in school. She grew up an awkward kid. She never believed in the whole idea of having a boyfriend. She saw her friends go through one crush after another, but she never had one.

She subsequently graduated from high school and proceeded to go to Boston to study.

There, she met this certain caucasian guy (yes, there's always 'this guy') whom she immediately felt a strong bond with. She never quite bothered to think anything of it though. What reason is there for him to be interested in me? she thought.

One day, she went for a party. His party. She enjoyed dancing with all the other girls there. RnB was initially the theme. She never saw him the whole night. Maybe she was too busy dancing. Maybe he was too busy entertaining himself with other girls. But she never did think of him a single time when she was there. She was too busy enjoying herself. Then he fatefully appeared, and danced with her, swirling her around, and suddenly planted a kiss on the bewildered Jenny.

From there, things went well. They enjoyed each other's company all the time. They found out that they understood each other so well, like no one else had. They had a bond so strong. Never once did a boring moment pass between them.

She found out so much about him. She knew her initial intuition was right-he was a flirt, a casanova. So many girls she knew liked him and still do. She was amazed. She didn't know then whether she was another 'one of his collection'.

But time went by, and she knew it was no playing matter. She was special to him. He thought that she was more than his 'casual flings'.He thought that she was gorgeous. He knew that he'd stumbled upon someone he cared about a lot for. He knew that he'd found someone he enjoyed spending time with.

Jenny, on the other hand, felt strange having someone who adored her so. Never had anyone told her with such fervour and sincerity that she was so beautiful. Never had she felt like she'd been really loved by anyone. Never had she been the the center of someone's attention. Never had she bonded so well with anyone else before. She'd always felt second-place.

Not being racist or anything, but I never, for once, felt attracted to an Asian girl, he said, but I thought you were absolutely gorgeous.

Which girl wouldnt melt at that proclamation?

Jenny once told him how its every girl's dream to 'convert' a playboy. Every girl hopes she'd be the one to make him 'serious'.

Erm, not trying to say anything, but you've sorta 'converted' me, if you wanna put it that way, said he. I was going out with different girls all the time, never getting serious with any of them. Sometimes juggling 3-4 of them at once. Many girls have been trying for a relationship, but I never quite felt like getting tied down. With you, its totally different.

She knew he wasnt lying. She felt it too. She knew how much he felt for her.

Then one fateful day, they broke up. She did it, not he.

They still met up for chats. She discovered exactly what he was going through that first night they kissed.

He'd been admiring her from afar the whole night. Telling his friends how much he liked her and how much he just wanted her. He was warding off all girls who'd wantd to kiss him, some of his close friends helping him with his cause. Flitting from room to room, he sought a chance to be with her.

When he did, he took his chance to lean in for a kiss, and his heart was beating furiously, like a hundred drums beating together, slowly building up to a crescendo, getting faster, louder, like going into a battlefield. He didnt know what was to come out of it. Whether Jenny would return his kiss or not. It was scary. The first time he felt that way about kissing a girl.

There he was at the party, the most wanted guy amongst the girls, and he could have any choice of girl he wanted. Girls were hoping to kiss him. But he wanted only one girl he had an eye for, the only girl who didnt seem like she wanted to kiss him.

She had an effect on him like no other.

But things ended, and there was no turning back.

*For me the moral of the story seems to be that everything happens for a reason & nothing lasts forever. I dont know if thats what ur trying to convey Shuen bt thats my perspective on this story. I remember writing stuff like this for Mrs. Rama, wonder where she is now? Anyways back to my lab report i must go! *