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Meera Desai + Graham Moore
Set free from the touring excursion with the snappish blonde, Meera drifted in meandering ambles through the mid-October altered terrain. The gangly trees, stripped to thinning brown, incarnated into ajar, rooftop umbrellas fibered out of fabric. The branches- forming bridges to the nautical blue sky- swayed in ease like spinning pinwheels in an old lady’s blooming garden, prancing like hares when a soft howl broke out among the whistling clouds. Orange leaves scattered like rainy water droplets do on glass, red taking after with a racing yearning. The sidewalk, a plaid of speckled rudimentary, elongated to the doors to the auditorium. Body forth, she soon found herself trucked among the commanalty of students.
The auditorium was overflowing, full to the gills with this many fish in the sea. Swerving up the bleachers with apologies, even Meera’s breathing felt inflated as decadent conversations in whispers pursued like balloons aggressively being tossed around at a toddler’s birthday party. Around the bend, mellow faces environ her, the headmaster’s rowing speech into punitive measures to take about the party and an explosion in the science lab moving onwards into her ears. Her hands behaved as clay, contorting inwards with a crook around her phone. By good luck, a familiar head of ruffled dark truffle peaked up through the bleachers.
“Graham!” she blew him a massive grin, a parisian blush inlaying across her cheeks when she dropped by the seats he saved for them and his smooth arms went for a near hug, “My first day? What about your first day?!”
Graham felt at a loss for words, his tongue had somehow, instantly, gone dry. He was tripping over even his own thoughts at the sight of Meera. “I asked you first.” He smiled, chuckling nervously. “It was alright...” He shrugged his shoulders up close to his ears. “I may have accidentally..” He stopped for a moment. “Well, it was more on purpose...”
He thought back to the chaos he had caused, all to get his phone back, just to talk to this sweet, sweet, girl in front of him. And, he would do it all again. “Caused a slighttt...” He pinched his fingers together to show how small he was talking about. “Smoke bomb... out of elephant foam.” His smile waivered, what if Meera was going to hate him for causing trouble. He was never like this and he scared himself. But it was all in the name of love.. “It set off the fire alarm.”
His eyes went wide, he didn’t even tell her why he had done it. Now it just seemed like he was causing issues just for fun. Just like most of the other students did at Silver Oaks, he wasn’t like them. And Meera probably hated bad boys, unless, maybe she liked them?
Graham mulled over this for a moment before deciding that he shouldn’t pretend or try to change his personality to get Meera to fall for him. “In-in my defense though,” he said quickly and nervously. “Mr. Lu took my phone, so I did what I had to do to get it back.” He shook his head, he sounded so stupid now that he was saying it out loud. “I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you.” Graham shook his head sheepishly staring at the ground below him.
“You did that all for me?!” Meera yawped through a half laugh and astonishment, her hands slightly tapping into a clap. Her head pivoted slightly, admiring the vantage of his demure smile.
“Science explosions!” she reiterated with a baffled shake of head, instinctively looping her arm into his, “For me!! You are a crazy dude!” Her slang was isolatingly not smooth, yet when she tilted her chin and fixed her eyes into the locus of his milk chocolate eyes, she suddenly became more spirited than the delighted high balming sun outside.
Sheepishly, she adjoined, “I like that- I mean ...I really like you! I really like you, Graham.”
Then, odd as it may be, through the clicking static through the microphone on stage and interwoven through the hovering chatter from the bleachers both above and below, she heard him say, “I really like you too, Meera.”
Meera Desai + Graham Moore
Set free from the touring excursion with the snappish blonde, Meera drifted in meandering ambles through the mid-October altered terrain. The gangly trees, stripped to thinning brown, incarnated into ajar, rooftop umbrellas fibered out of fabric. The branches- forming bridges to the nautical blue sky- swayed in ease like spinning pinwheels in an old lady’s blooming garden, prancing like hares when a soft howl broke out among the whistling clouds. Orange leaves scattered like rainy water droplets do on glass, red taking after with a racing yearning. The sidewalk, a plaid of speckled rudimentary, elongated to the doors to the auditorium. Body forth, she soon found herself trucked among the commanalty of students.
The auditorium was overflowing, full to the gills with this many fish in the sea. Swerving up the bleachers with apologies, even Meera’s breathing felt inflated as decadent conversations in whispers pursued like balloons aggressively being tossed around at a toddler’s birthday party. Around the bend, mellow faces environ her, the headmaster’s rowing speech into punitive measures to take about the party and an explosion in the science lab moving onwards into her ears. Her hands behaved as clay, contorting inwards with a crook around her phone. By good luck, a familiar head of ruffled dark truffle peaked up through the bleachers.
“Graham!” she blew him a massive grin, a parisian blush inlaying across her cheeks when she dropped by the seats he saved for them and his smooth arms went for a near hug, “My first day? What about your first day?!”
Graham felt at a loss for words, his tongue had somehow, instantly, gone dry. He was tripping over even his own thoughts at the sight of Meera. “I asked you first.” He smiled, chuckling nervously. “It was alright...” He shrugged his shoulders up close to his ears. “I may have accidentally..” He stopped for a moment. “Well, it was more on purpose...”
He thought back to the chaos he had caused, all to get his phone back, just to talk to this sweet, sweet, girl in front of him. And, he would do it all again. “Caused a slighttt...” He pinched his fingers together to show how small he was talking about. “Smoke bomb... out of elephant foam.” His smile waivered, what if Meera was going to hate him for causing trouble. He was never like this and he scared himself. But it was all in the name of love.. “It set off the fire alarm.”
His eyes went wide, he didn’t even tell her why he had done it. Now it just seemed like he was causing issues just for fun. Just like most of the other students did at Silver Oaks, he wasn’t like them. And Meera probably hated bad boys, unless, maybe she liked them?
Graham mulled over this for a moment before deciding that he shouldn’t pretend or try to change his personality to get Meera to fall for him. “In-in my defense though,” he said quickly and nervously. “Mr. Lu took my phone, so I did what I had to do to get it back.” He shook his head, he sounded so stupid now that he was saying it out loud. “I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you.” Graham shook his head sheepishly staring at the ground below him.
“You did that all for me?!” Meera yawped through a half laugh and astonishment, her hands slightly tapping into a clap. Her head pivoted slightly, admiring the vantage of his demure smile.
“Science explosions!” she reiterated with a baffled shake of head, instinctively looping her arm into his, “For me!! You are a crazy dude!” Her slang was isolatingly not smooth, yet when she tilted her chin and fixed her eyes into the locus of his milk chocolate eyes, she suddenly became more spirited than the delighted high balming sun outside.
Sheepishly, she adjoined, “I like that- I mean ...I really like you! I really like you, Graham.”
Then, odd as it may be, through the clicking static through the microphone on stage and interwoven through the hovering chatter from the bleachers both above and below, she heard him say, “I really like you too, Meera.”
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