“Does he get the Girl?”

At no particular point in time. At no particular place, there was a writer. Well not so much a writer as much as a boy who wanted to be a writer. He enjoyed writing about many things, but out of everything and anything the boy could write about, the boy enjoyed writing about love the most. The boy had his heart broken many times before, but this didn't stop his fascination with a very Idealistic concept of love. His friends teased him saying that we was to obsessed with it.

One day the boy was sitting in a field, writing of course, when a girl walked by. She saw the boy and stopped and smiled. To caught up in writing about past heart brakes and the idea of writing a timeless romance to really think to much about the girl, the boy almost paid her no mind. However, the boy finally looked up and smiled back. The Boy did feel a little alone and figured that he could use the company so he asked the girl to sit next to him.

The girl sat down and the two begin to talk, kind of. The boy was still in his own little world. Since the girl wanted to talk to the boy but he wasn't talking much she did most of the talking. As she was going on and on about anything that crossed her mind just to keep the “conversation” going, The boy got a smile on his face as something amazing began to happen inside of him. He felt something that he had not felt in a very long time. With this he started writing about a boy and a girl.

“Do you want me to just go”, asked the girl, very discouraged by his silence, not knowing of the thoughts in the boy's head.

The boy Remained silent, lost in his new found inspiration. Words started to swiftly fill the page. As he wrote he started to see a new sense of fulfillment and happiness, He started to see his fairy tale, and he started to see his very realistic feature with her by his side. He started to see all this in the girl that was about to walk away. He knew the girl was about to leave and with that everything he was now writing would just be a lost hope. Yet he could not stop writing. Not until he had something that was so powerful, so meaningful, so moving, that the girl could not help but see what he did.

“Forget it” the girl sighed, but right as the girl stood up to walk away, the boy stopped her. He wasn't sure what to tell her or where to start. He fumbled over his words for a moment. The girl looked at him, puzzled and some what annoyed. He wasn't done writing, but he couldn't let her walk away, not until she understood.

“See, I'm writing a story. A story about a boy and this girl.” the boy was nervous, but a smile began to over take his face. He handed the story to the girl “Could, could you read this?”

“Sure” the girl says, still confused and annoyed. As she read the boy was trying to read her, trying to gain some insight into what she was thinking as she was reading, but the girls face give him no clues. “It's not done yet". The boy said anxiously." See I have to where the boy and the girl meet. Then I have that The Boy falls for her. I mean, he falls for her hard. I think that maybe the girl. I don't know. This may sound weird but I am just so stuck on the ending. Do you think you could finish it” The girl gave the boy a confused look. “Could you write the end of the story for me?”


The Girl sat down and reached out her hand to take the boy's pen. The boy knew how he wanted it to end, with her in his arms forever, but it was no longer up to him. He gave her the pen. The girl thought for a moment and began to write. The boy's hands started to sweat and his heart began to race as did his mind, each moment seemed to last for years. The girl stopped writing. The boy's heart stopped beating. “Well” said the boy. His voice now soft and meek, braking against silence. He was not sure why but his eyes started to water. He asked the question that has been asked a thousand times before. “Does he get the Girl?”


Sumer 2010