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|trista hedy seres||
Posted on: Feb 10 2017, 11:00 PM
toy story 3
crushing and confessed??
|ralph daniel alcott||
Posted on: Oct 4 2017, 06:31 PM
When a moon hits your eye
like a big pizza pie, That's Amore!
The why eluded him though. Why should it matter to him so much that Trista liked spending time in his home? They were friends, sure, and he wanted her to be happy…but why? He went out of his way and changed his own habits to ensure it. And he was pretty sure that he didn't do that for any of his other friends. And none of their smiles made his insides feel especially warm and cozy. But hers did. And frankly, that along wit her recently weird behavior towards him weirded him out a little. But not enough to stop seeing her. Or to quit their outstanding “date" for pizza and gaming. No, he'd quite gotten used to Trista's presence in his life and home—so much so that when she wasn't around he felt…lonely. He wasn't a stranger to loneliness, he'd been pretty much left alone since he was coded, but having tasted the niceness of company—he found that he enjoyed it. Much more than he would have anticipated it.
Which is why it hurt when he'd started seeing her less and less. Oh sure, she came for their weekly or bi-weekly ritual but for awhile there Trista had all but lived in his house. Coming by two or three times a week, texts (which he still hadn't gotten used to), and even phone calls had become almost normal to him. And while he may have grumped about it at first, her overfriendly nature sort of grew on him. Like a fungus he wasn't sure he wanted. But then after Christmas—which he had thought was pretty great—things changed and he didn't know why. Did he get her the wrong present? She’d seemed to like it after she opened it…but maybe she was just being polite. Did he say something wrong? And he felt like he should ask to clear the air at least but every time he moved to do so, he chickened out. What if she wanted to stop hanging out? What if she decided that he hadn't changed enough or…or what if she liked him better before he'd changed? No that was stupid. Who liked a dirty slob? Other dirty slobs. And Trista didn't come across that way. Not that he actually knew. The pair always seemed to end up at his place. Maybe that was the problem. She wanted to meet up at her place instead but thought that he'd object. It was no great secret that Ralph was a homebody. But…he supposed he could get passed it. Or at least compromise two game nights at hers and two at his. Time permitting of course. Maybe he'd just ask tonight. Yeah. Tonight was their regular thing and what better time to talk about the elephant in the room than when she was distracted at kicking his ass—he lost way too many of these game nights—at some kind of game.
“Why don't we do Mario kart tonight. Then at least I have some kind of chance at winning.” “What the hell?” he exclaimed completely confused as to why someone would mutilate his pizza in this fashion and who in the heck would think those tiny slices near the top and bottom would be enough. “Trista…why?” Yes, he knew he wasn't formulating his thoughts properly but he had to hope that his more knowledgeable friend knew what was up.
trista hedy seres