Once upon a time...
There was this amazingly good looking boy named Jude that I went to school with. He was tall, dark haired, and HANDSOME. Times five. And I loved him.....well I loved looking at him. As did every other girl. He was athletic and won every race, sword fight, and jousting match that he competed in. He was so confident and made girls swoon. When he'd walk the corridors, girls would pretty much pass out if he acknowledged them. He was that great.
Me and my friends would always make plans to get to our classes by taking a route that would pass by Jude. Once we walked by him, we'd say "Oh no I left my ink and pen in my last class, we have to go back and get it!" That way we could turn around and walk by him again and then walk by him a third time on our actual way to class (unless of course we needed to use the loo...that provided us a fourth or fifth time to pass him depending what class we were heading to.) When we walked by, we'd make sure to start laughing and flipping our hair, hoping he'd take notice in how happy and pretty we were.
And one day Jude did notice me. I was the princess of the land so I knew he knew who I was but, this time he noticed me. To the point that he wanted to date me. I'd be crazy to turn him down, so we started dating! It was officially "dating," but I'd hardly call it that. We didn't even talk. Not in a romantic-hidden-love kind of not talking; in an awkward, what-is-there-to-say-to-my-boyfriend-who-I've-never-spoken-to-before-and-who-all-I-know-about-him-is-he's-hot-and-athletic kind of not talking. As far as dates go, we went out a grand total of...drum roll please....once.
A ton of people from school decided to go to a jousting match. This was Jude and I's official first and only date. We did not go together, but once I got to the arena, he sweetly had a spot saved for me. I ditched my friends, who were very understanding, and sat with the most dreamy boy in the land. Jude's friends who were sitting with us were a little bit immature. They came up with the genius idea (no sarcasm...it was GENIUS!) and decided that any time someone fell off a horse in the jousting matches, that Jude and I had to exchange a kiss.
THANK YOU JUDE'S FRIENDS!!!! :) I had no objections to this plan. And I definitely got a kiss. Or two....or five...or whatever! Who's counting!?
After the match, we went to a girl from school's manor with all those who attended the jousting match. Jude's friends thought they'd help us out again when everyone was socializing with each other in a room. They cleared out the room, except for me and Jude, and shut the door saying we might need some alone time. And alone time we got. However, not in the way they were implying.
Jude and I sat on opposite ends of the couch. And awkwardly fiddled our thumbs. "So...uh...the weather's been nice," I'd say. "Yeah," he'd respond. Silence. Awkward moment of staring at the ceiling. Then he'd say something like, "That match was pretty intense." I agreed. More silence. Awkward moment staring at the wall. Finally, crushing all my hopes and dreams of having him as my arm candy and making all the girls jealous, I said what I knew we were both thinking. "Um this isn't really working out is it?" I asked. He laughed, "No, not really." For the first time we made eye contact. "Friends?" I held out my hand for a handshake. "Friends," he smiled and shook it. We decided not to say anything about what happened in the room and let his friends' immature imaginations run wild.
We opened the door to the room, stepped out and....
We lived happily never after.
