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Feb. 28th, 2018 07:48 pmIt's been two weeks and Beth hasn't seen or talked to Zhou.
At the party, after he'd left her standing there, she'd gone to find Magnus, to ask him if the chocolate was making people say things and what he'd told her hadn't really done anything to ease the knot in her stomach. The chocolate was enchanted, but it wasn't making people say things that weren't true. Everything someone said if they ate some of it was what they really felt. And no one seemed to be going around telling their friends they thought they were great. Magnus had said the confessions were romantic in nature.
She's not blind and she's certainly not stupid, she'd had kind of an idea that Zhou at least thought she was pretty, but the things he'd said went beyond just being pretty. In fact, besides telling her she looked lovely when they'd first run into each other, he hadn't said a single thing about the way she looked that night. Instead he'd told her how much he liked her, how much he enjoyed spending time with her and Beth knows it's not the same as admitting he's in love with her, but it's still not nothing. It had embarrassed him enough to run off, after all, so she knows there's something more to it.
The more she thinks about it, she more she realizes she doesn't mind. That's more confusing than anything else.
For the past two weeks, she's composed and deleted texts, trying to work out what to say to him, but nothing seems right. She can't tell him to just forget what happened, because that's not what she wants, but she also can't tell him he ought to ask her out on a date, because she's not ready for that either. She wants to be ready for it, though, and that's really telling. At this point, she would give just about anything to talk to someone about it, but all her friends are dealing with some pretty heavy things at the moment and she doesn't think asking them about a guy who has a crush on her is the best bet.
So she's on her own with this.
She goes to the garden instead of texting him. If she texts, he doesn't have to answer, he can continue to avoid her, but if she goes to see him, then at least they have to talk. Walking out there, kicking aside some dead, wet leaves that have been exposed by the melt, Beth realizes she has no idea what she's going to say once she gets there. She just knows she wants to see him.
At the party, after he'd left her standing there, she'd gone to find Magnus, to ask him if the chocolate was making people say things and what he'd told her hadn't really done anything to ease the knot in her stomach. The chocolate was enchanted, but it wasn't making people say things that weren't true. Everything someone said if they ate some of it was what they really felt. And no one seemed to be going around telling their friends they thought they were great. Magnus had said the confessions were romantic in nature.
She's not blind and she's certainly not stupid, she'd had kind of an idea that Zhou at least thought she was pretty, but the things he'd said went beyond just being pretty. In fact, besides telling her she looked lovely when they'd first run into each other, he hadn't said a single thing about the way she looked that night. Instead he'd told her how much he liked her, how much he enjoyed spending time with her and Beth knows it's not the same as admitting he's in love with her, but it's still not nothing. It had embarrassed him enough to run off, after all, so she knows there's something more to it.
The more she thinks about it, she more she realizes she doesn't mind. That's more confusing than anything else.
For the past two weeks, she's composed and deleted texts, trying to work out what to say to him, but nothing seems right. She can't tell him to just forget what happened, because that's not what she wants, but she also can't tell him he ought to ask her out on a date, because she's not ready for that either. She wants to be ready for it, though, and that's really telling. At this point, she would give just about anything to talk to someone about it, but all her friends are dealing with some pretty heavy things at the moment and she doesn't think asking them about a guy who has a crush on her is the best bet.
So she's on her own with this.
She goes to the garden instead of texting him. If she texts, he doesn't have to answer, he can continue to avoid her, but if she goes to see him, then at least they have to talk. Walking out there, kicking aside some dead, wet leaves that have been exposed by the melt, Beth realizes she has no idea what she's going to say once she gets there. She just knows she wants to see him.
