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A Random, Life-Changing Assignment
How many people can pinpoint the day, the very moment that changed his life? I'm guessing not that many. I suppose that I'm different in that respect (among so many others). Sometimes I wonder how I would've turned out, had Amy and I not been paired as lab partners. Would she have made the first move anyway? Maybe. She'd had her eye on me for a while. One thing I know for certain is that I wouldn't have ever even approached her, had it been left up to me. It's not that I didn't want to -- I did. Back then, I was just so shy, and my self-confidence was woefully lacking. I couldn't imagine what I'd have to offer a girl like her.
But as it happened, fate intervened; we were paired as lab partners for an entire semester. It was so random, the pairing, that it had to be fate. I mean, the assignment wasn't alphabetical or where we were sitting. It just sort of fell that way.
I was scared to death, at first. Unsurprisingly, I had had very little experience with girls Our communication during the first week or so was quite minimal; I wanted to talk to her. I really did. But all I could utter were single syllable answers to her sparse questions.
After a while, though, she'd had enough. Finally, she just started talking. She asked me questions which demanded more than a simple yes or no. She engaged me, and, over time, we became more comfortable with one another. Or I became more at ease around her, at least. I can't imagine she had a problem with shyness.
I remember the day she asked me out like it was yesterday. I know what you're thinking. What boy gets asked out by a girl? Well, by now, you know me...or at least you have vague idea of who I was back then. With that in mind, does it really surprise you? Didn't think so.
Anyway, it was about a week after Valentine's Day, and we were in class. She was talking about some movie she'd just seen (I'll admit, I wasn't really paying attention - I was still a bit distracted by, well, her). At least, in that way, I was relatively normal. And then she asked the question, "So, what are yoiu doing this weekend?"
To which, I responded, "I don't know. Not much, I guess." I wanted to lie, and say that I had some interesting plan. But I've never been great at lying or thinking on my feet.
"If you're not busy, I mean, if you want, we could, I don't know, go to a movie or something," she said. She was actually nervous. What did that mean? Did she like me? Was it finally happening?
I tried to be cool. "Yeah. That could be fun." She smiled, and my cool evaporated.
"Pick you up at seven?" she asked.
I managed to stammer, "Sounds good."