utopianlife (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} utopianlife) wrote in resipsacrap, |
Fond memories
When I was fourteen, I was biking home one day and you threw a stick in the tire of my bike. My entire wheel bent, and I fell, scraping my knees. I took one look at my broken bike and bloody knees, and burst into tears. You looked down at me, and said, annoyingly casually, "Wow, your bike is definitely not usable, and you are no shape to be walking. I guess you need a white knight right about now, don't you?" With that, you scooped me up into your arms, and proceeded to carry me home.
I hated you. You were my first crush.
(I hope it doesn't matter that I'm some random person you've never met... I just stumbled upon this, and thought it was a cute idea!)
When I was fourteen, I was biking home one day and you threw a stick in the tire of my bike. My entire wheel bent, and I fell, scraping my knees. I took one look at my broken bike and bloody knees, and burst into tears. You looked down at me, and said, annoyingly casually, "Wow, your bike is definitely not usable, and you are no shape to be walking. I guess you need a white knight right about now, don't you?" With that, you scooped me up into your arms, and proceeded to carry me home.
I hated you. You were my first crush.
(I hope it doesn't matter that I'm some random person you've never met... I just stumbled upon this, and thought it was a cute idea!)
