twenty eight | what is love

[strike_you_out]

[Rather than read the assigned acts of Romiette and Juleo, or whatever it was called, Slugger is finding every imaginable reason to procrastinate. He discovers that knocking icicles off the roof and shoveling the driveway are good excuses for wasting time, though he finishes both a bit too quickly. After the last of the snow has been shoveled from the driveway, he turns to empty the mailbox and idly flips through its contents piece by piece.

There's nothing remarkable in the mail today, only a few envelopes, a post card, and a magazine. The magazine, at least, he could mutilate later for fun. On the back cover is an ad featuring the title "Young Love" in which a little girl is pictured kissing the cheek of a little boy. Slugger pauses. Young love? Dropping the snow shovel, he looks up, wide-eyed and silent as if stricken with a sudden realization.]


Phone

[Slugger gives the telephone a long and apprehensive stare before he dares to pick it up. Holding it to his ear, he opens his mouth to speak... then quickly hangs up. Several deep breaths later he tries again, this time with more success.]


Hi.


What do you do when--

[He briefly freezes up, near horrified at what he's about to admit.]


...when you think you love a girl?

Comments

[koyo]

You kiss her.

[strike_you_out]

...

Do I say something, first?

[koyo]

. . . You could always say hello first.

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Is that all? [It dawns on him that he will never understand 'love'.]

[koyo]

Of course not.

I'm afraid you'll have to improvise from there.

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Oh... ... ...

[Exceedingly doubtful. He's sure he's going to screw this up so bad.]

[koyo]

Hm? Hey, don't sound so disappointed. Everything will work out.

[strike_you_out]

[Somehow, Slugger recognizes this guy's voice from somewhere. And he associates it with Edward and guns.]

...Would flowers work?

[koyo]

( Unfortunately, Spain has yet to put one and one together. He was pinged by love and that's all that matters right now, )

Hm? Yes, they would. Do you have a particular kind in mind?

[strike_you_out]

She likes red. ['Red' is a flower, right?]

[koyo]

Passion! Love! Beauty! Red is a good color and there are many flowers to choose from.

[strike_you_out]

I'll pick one to match her eyes....

[Thinking aloud. Yes. Yes, that sounds good.]

[koyo]

( Buhyoooooo buhyooooo this is too cute. Young love is so cute. )

Sí, that sounds like a good idea. Good luck.

[strike_you_out]

[This was more productive than he thought it was going to be.]

Thanks.