When Life Isn't Interesting

My cell phone rang. It was her.
"Adam, can I come over? I can't study here, the dorm is too loud."
"Sure, come on over."

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"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, in a voice that made clear that she wasn't fine.
"Well you've been staring at that page for an hour."
"I have? Um..."
"Are you sure everything is alright?"
She remained silent.
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
"Sure," she relented.

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After walking in silence for ten minutes, I broke the ice.
"How was your day?"
"It was fine."
"Anything interesting happen to you?"
"Nothi--oh wait, one of my third graders threw up in class today."
"Oh that sounds exciting."
"Well she came up to me and said she felt really sick, so I told her to imagine a giant balloon filled with air--imagine she was holding it in her mouth. I don't know why I said that now that I think about it, but she puffed her cheeks out and walked around with chin stuck out for about 10 seconds before throwing up all over me. It was impressive, you should've seen it."
"I love you."
Before I could move she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. Five whole seconds. Then she slowly released me.
"I wasn't planning on doing that so soon."
I grabbed her back and lowered her down and gave her a long passionate kiss back. Or at least, that's what I tried to do. A few seconds later I lost my balance and was about to fall on top of her on the gravel shoulder, so I quickly spun around, throwing her on top of me, and took the brunt of the fall.
"I might need some practice at that."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm--"
I reached back and felt blood trickling down from a gash on the back of my head.
"Oh, wait, here, let me--"
After combing through my thick hair she eventually found the gash. I pulled out some tissues from my pocket and she used them to put pressure on the wound.
"We should get back and get you cleaned up."
"Wait! I'm not going anywhere until I'm finished here. This is probably a little late, but, would you be my girlfriend?"
She smiled, and gave me a quick kiss.
"Yes."
We walked back to my place in each others' arms...

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"Adam, what are you doing sleeping on the couch! If you're tired just go to bed. And did you send that letter to OSAP yet? Why is your dinner still on the table? You haven't eaten yet? It's getting cold!"
"Wha... oh... ... ...yes, Mom."
*sigh*