OMG HAVEN'T READ THIS STORY IN FOREVER, been so busy lately totally been inactive on pimd........but I'm back-ish now........and I still love your story
Rick's point of view: "Rick! Wait up!" Dale called out. He was holding a huge brown paper bag. I completely ignored Dale and stared at the paper bag. "What's in there?" I nervously asked while pointing at the bulkly, oily paper bag. Dale confidently help up the bag. "This? This is ..." he trailed off. Suddenly, I smelled something awful. Really awful. Don't tell me... "Is that..." I trailed off with my eyes popped out. All of a sudden, I see tomatoes everywhere. Tomatoes. Tomatoes. Tomatoes. Dale burst out laughing. "C'mon, Rick. This is my Science experiment." I sighed in relief. "So, why were you looking for me?" "Well, I just want to ask. Will you run fas student-body president this year?" Dale asked as his head tilted to the right side. "I sure am!" I announced without hesitating. Dale smiled. "Good. It's just that Ms. Watchi will be taking down names of those who will be running for presidency." "Noted!" I answered and skipped to my next class. OOMPH. "Hey! Watch where you're go-" I trailed off. A girl with long shiny hair turned head. She smiled as soon as she recognized me. "Hi, Rick." she greeted cheerfully. "H-hi, Chelsea." I stammered. I felt my face heat up. Since when did I become a dork?! *Ring* Damnit. The good moment was ruined by the bell! "See you later." Chelsea said as she turned and walked to her seat. I did not have a chance to answer back. Instead, I walked to a seat few seats away from her and took a seat. Dang, why is she this cute? I just talked to her and yet I miss her already. "So, who wants to run for presidency this year?" Ms. Watchi's ringing voice cut me off my thoughts. As soon as I heard those words, my hand immediately shot up. "Of course, Rick Anderson." Ms. Watchi mumbled as she wrote my name on her clipboard. A lot of heads turned to me and gave me some "You'll surely win!" congratulations which made me want to barf. They are so fake. I turned to glance at Chelsea. She caught my stare and smiled at me. Of course, I blushed. So dorky. "Anybody else?" Ms. Watchi called out as she put up her glasses to her high-bridged nose. Silence. Suddenly, a hand shot up. "Yes, Portia?" Ms. Watchi called out. Portia stood up. "I do not want to run. But I would want to nominate somebody." "Who's that?" Ms. Watchi asked curiously. The whole class turned to Portia. "I respectfully nominate..." Portia took a deep breath, "... Chelsea Homers."