Once upon a time (my 9th grade year) I met a beautiful young lady. She seemed to dislike me and kicked me regularly in the legs. I thought she was interesting...she thought I was annoying. (I'm sure. Lots of people come to that conclusion) Flash forward about a year later and she ended up at my high school. We continued our "Hey, I find you interesting" "Hey, I didn't give you enough bruises" type of friendship.
My senior year, I had journalism with her and we got to talk bit more and become slightly closer friends. We talked about the Super Nintendo and anime and all sorts of things that, as friends, we had in common. One day, I had asked