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My stomach drops. Oh shit. I’m a minute late to class already. I type my next email in a complete rush while grabbing my bag and rushing to my first class.
from: Sam Green
to: Harper Knight
subject: Sry
Actually i gotta go.. ttyl
As soon as I click send, I slam my computer shut, shove it into my backpack, and race down the hall to class, wondering all the way what Harper wanted to talk to me about it.
Chapter 4
from: Sam Green
to: Harper Knight
subject: Getting wooed
Dear Harper,
Being that I am your gorgeous knight in shining armor, I’ve decided to woo you with a haiku. So here goes nothing. (Prepare to swoon.)
Chocolate is lovely
Ice cream so wonderful
But you are for me
from: Harper Knight
to: Sam Green
subject: RE: Getting wooed
Dear Sam,
First of all, the idea of you “wooing” me is laugh-worthy. You are not smooth in that way. Second, that haiku was seriously terrible. No swooning here.
He can’t write haikus
He is no good at wooing
But I still like him.
from: Sam Green
to: Harper Knight
subject: RE: RE: Getting wooed
Dear Harper,
Um, you totally did swoon. I’m your knight in shining armor. I am wonderful. And your haiku was somehow even worse than mine.
Forget all the ice cream
Forget the wonderful sweets
You are mine
from: Harper Knight
to: Sam Green
subject: RE: RE: RE: Getting wooed
(I’m going to speak to you in just haikus from now on…)
That haiku was worse
Somehow you so suck at them
Oh my god please stop
from: Sam Green
to: Harper Knight
subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Getting wooed
(Continuing the haiku convo theme…)
My haikus bring all
the girls to the yard damn right
they’re better than yours
from: Harper Knight
to: Sam Green
subject: Hopeless
You are so hopeless
I pity your real friends
You fail at wooing
from: Sam Green
to: Harper Knight
subject: RE: Hopeless
I am wooing you
But you don’t even know it
I am that awesome
from: Harper Knight
to: Sam Green
subject: Hopeless
Okay… this is getting weird, oh knight in shining armor. Can’t you just carry me away to safety? (I can barely say that without laughing. You? Carrying ME to safety? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.)
(Wait for it…)
(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
(There. I’m done.)
from: Sam Green
to: Harper Knight
subject: HAHAHAHA
You laugh now, Harper. But soon you’ll be fanning yourself from my utter gorgeousness.
Now, I leave you with one final haiku. (This one is serious.)
Met you through my vlog
I don’t even know who you are
But I need you here.
It takes a few minutes for Harper to respond. I sit there, refreshing the page every five seconds, my hands clenching. Was saying that mistake? Was I too serious? Too forthcoming? Oh god, what if I screwed this up? Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I bury my face in my hands until finally, an email from her pops up. I read it with a pit in my stomach.
from: Harper Knight
to: Sam Green
subject: (no subject)
Then I will come here.
For you.
(I’m serious.)
When I finish reading, I feel energy coursing throughout my body. My head pounds and a smile breaks across my lips. She will come here? Does that mean—?
Before I can finish the thought, a chat box pops up.
Hey, it reads.
I’m sitting in my room, doing nothing but homework, so I push aside my textbooks and respond. Harper is waaaay more important than math.
Hey, I write.
Can I ask something? Like… something kinda serious?
Of course!
It’s kind of a response to that last email you sent, and well…
There’s a pause, and I just keep staring at the screen, my curiosity growing with every second.
I know this is going to sound weird, but I was thinking… we’ve known each for a few months now and I really like you. Like, a lot. And since you only live like twenty minutes away from me, would you… maybe want to meet-up sometime?
Okay.
So.
My heart seriously skips a beat. I feel so suddenly full of energy, like I could run around my house, screaming and dancing and muppetflailing like a boss. Instead I just sit there, on the edge of my bed, grinning like an idiot at my computer. I feel the need to scream “YESSSSSS!!!!!!” at the screen because of course I want to meet Harper, of course I want to tell her how I really feel. In fact, I’ve been wanting this since we first met.
Dream. Come. Freaking. True.
Ummmm yes please? I say instead. When?
I was thinking soon!
Like… next week?
Would that be cool?
Yeah. Of course. You pick the meeting spot.
This is going to rule. FYI.
Yeah, the poor meeting spot. It’s going to blow up from our combined awesomeness/awkwardness.
It totally is. BUT,