Waffles

Since I've been working on about a million papers at the moment, I haven't had much time for new pieces for the blog. But last year in my creative writing class, we had to write an ABC story where each new sentence started with a letter in the alphabet. Not as serious as my previous posts. Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!

Waffles 

And this is where their story begins, quietly and unknowingly. Belgian (not the waffle, but the lanky and attractive in his awkwardness boy) sat across the room from Harper in their third period math class. Cool as ever, Harper showed no feelings to Belgian in the public eye. Delilah, Harper’s best friend since the first grade when they both fell face first during a rough game of kickball, knew better than that. Even though Harper had said clearly she had no intentions of falling for a boy who’s name was that of a breakfast food, Delilah was not fooled. From inside Harper’s plain white planner, Delilah had once seen Belgian’s name written down with one of those nice gel pens, hearts surrounding it.  

“Gary?” Mr. Faren dully started roll call, and everyone in the class continued to buzz.  

“Hey,” Delilah whispered to Harper, “stop giving waffle boy oogly eyes.”  

“I’m not!” Harper sharply whispered back, “Just give it up already, Delilah, I don’t like him. Kevin Bacon will always be my number one.” 

Laughing, Delilah rolled her eyes. Many people loved Footloose, but no one was as in love with Kevin Bacon the way that Harper was. Nor did they have a shrine of it. Of course, though, it just made Harper more unique than she already was. 

Pausing for dramatic effect, Mr. Faren began to teach the class, but a note was thrown across the room to where Delilah and Harper were sitting. Quickly and swiftly, Delilah picked it up before Harper could snatch it. Reading it, Delilah finally discovered the truth.  

Search for me after school, my sweet syrup. The day won’t be perfect without you.  

Urs, 

Belgian. 

Very grossed out by the extremely weird words, Delilah felt like she might throw up in her mouth.  

“What is this?” Delilah spit out nauseously at Harper. 

“Xerxes,” Harper laughed out their favorite sounding word. “You’re the one in love, not me, that note is for you!” 

“Zayum,” Belgian whistles and winks from across the room.