Turkey Time and Texting

This week, Faye makes one of the smartest observations about graduating from high school and moving on that we've ever heard. Why didn't we think of putting it this way? —Sparkitors

The scene: Downtown of a nondescript city. It’s Christmastime and the streets are packed with adorable families and cute couples enjoying the brisk night air. Faye, our plucky leading lady, and Ash, the love interest, share a romantic gaze into each other’s eyes. There’s hot chocolate, a walk across the bridge in the moonlight, and what the heck, throw in some fireworks.

It was the perfect setting for a romantic comedy. Two Fridays ago, the city had its annual Christmas tree lighting. It wasn’t exactly just Ash and I together, though—almost half our floor was there! And nothing happened—we all hung out as one big group, and it was so cold I lost all feeling in my toes.

I missed a week of blogging, so it’s time to play catch-up. Actually, you didn’t miss much. The rest of that weekend was spent writing a paper (another one, I know!). But Ash backed out of our breakfast! Well, not completely—it’s just been postponed until some later date.

After one last late night/early morning paper writing session at the library, it was Turkey time! (To-furkey time in my case). Ash gave me a hug goodbye, too! Was it awesome? Uhh, yes! Ash hugs are like shiny Pokemon: super rare and something you brag to your friends incessantly.

It was the weirdest thing to be back home after three months away. It was as if time stopped for three months. I’m not saying things didn’t change—my brother took over my room, my friend’s mom replaced her by getting a puppy. It was like my life was split into two different books. There’s the one book at home about Faye growing up and all her high-school adventures, but I’m finished with that book. I’m onto the next one, College Faye! And it’s exciting because I never know what’s going to happen next. Going home was like opening up the old book. I just picked up where I left off with my high school friends and my family, but the action is over. It’s all resolution and rereading the good parts now.

In other news, Ash and I texted each other a lot over break. I sent him “I’m so angry at the world” messages on my 6-hour-turned-8.5-hour bus ride home. He wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, and I told him not to get fat. He asked if I was bored without him; I said of course, but when he asked if I was ready to come back I replied with “And see your face again?  No thank you.” We sort of alternate between hating each other and being madly in love. My friends and I got into a debate about the difference between flirty texts and REALLY flirty texts. I think all flirty texts are the same, but my friends think there are varying levels of flirt. So Sparklers, here’s your question for this week: Is there a difference between flirty texts and uber-flirty texts, and if so, do I need to up my flirt level?

I’m back from break now. Finals are in less than three weeks, which is terrifying. There are way too many fun things I want to do, so I really need to lock myself in a quiet study room with my Physics textbook. There’s one bright spot in the next three weeks of study doom and gloom though—it’s probably the best opportunity I’ll have to make Ash actually fall madly in love with me: the Winter Ball. But more on that next week.

In the meantime, I can't wait to go back home again in three weeks—I want to sleep again! I slept 10 hours every night and it was awesome. I know, sleep is for the weak, but it felt so good!

Faye :)

Should Faye up her flirt level? What do you think?

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