November 13, 2001
Still on track, barely. I
Still on track, barely. I wrote pages and pages of banal, banal crap today, including the geekiest conversation in existence. I think it fits the characters though. Here are David and A.J., the day after a very tentative and hesitant first kiss:
Then there was silence, broken only by the icemaker dropping an ice cube now and then, and the sound of Persephone eating a very late breakfast. The silence stretched and bloated until it filled the room. Finally David broke it. "Look, A.J., about last night--"
At the same time, A.J. started, "David, I wanted to--" She smiled. "You first."
David looked intensely uncomfortable, but cleared his throat and tried again. "Well, I didn't want you to be upset or anything about last night."
"Oh! No, I wasn't," A.J. said.
"Good, cause you know, I didn't want you to be mad at me or anything."
"I'm not," A.J. said. "Honestly."
"Good," David said. There was another moment of silence. "What were you going to say?"
A.J. smiled sheepishly. "Just that I didn't want you to be upset about last night."
David laughed, and some of the tension melted away. "We're really pitiful, aren't we?"
A.J. nodded. "I think so."
"Want to go get dinner?"
