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
... 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:
. Like me
. Hate me
. Want to kill me
. All of the above
The boy asked, with his slightly charming
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
. 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