It had been several months since Ronan Montacue had seen that girl. He had seen her once at Bistro looking for grasshoppers, another time in passing by the woman’s washroom on the fifth floor of Mills, and the last time finding her asleep in Brandon Hall’s basement. And Ronan was looking for her once again at the first year formal. He knew she’d be there. Even he, a seventh year student, didn’t need to pass Inquiry to know that –even if he had failed it seven times…But there she was; her chocolate brown hair was pulled into a messy bun and she wore sweatpants and a leather jacket over her 1<3 1D shirt. She’s like every other girl 🙂, he thought. He stomped straight towards her.
“Hi 👹,” she whispered, slightly shocked, when he was near. It took all his willpower to not kiss her right there and then.
“Hi 🤡,” he whispered back, “I’m Ronan. Ronan Montacue 🤓.”
She leaned forwards, running her fingers through his rich curly hair, and softly tugging him towards her until her lips brushed softly against his.
“Julienne. Julienne Sapphire Caplet 🤪.” She said against his lips. She tasted like a tide pod. He felt her melting into his touch as he wrapped his arms around her waist, deepening the kiss. She pulled back slowly, drawing into a smile and Ronan couldn’t help the one tugging at his own lips. He noticed she was missing a front tooth, how unfortunate.
“I know it’s only been five minutes, but I feel like I’ve known you my entire life 😍. I still don’t know what program you’re in though LOL 😝.” She grinned, breaking the grasp of their hands to hit the dougie. His heart hammered. Oh. This question.
“Uh…Health Sciences 🥺👉👈.” Ronan watched her eyes widen in realization and it physically hurt him to see her stop dancing in such a provocative manner.
“I–I don’t think this is going to work out 😪. You’re in health sciences…and I–I’m just a life sci 💀! We’re sworn enemies –we can’t be together 🙅! We should just go our separate ways before it’s too late ⏳,” Julienne trembled, her voice cracking.
“There is nowhere in Hamilton that you could go to free me from this torment 😤. My dad raised me to be a man, a sigma male 💪. But my rizz is hanging by a thread that continues to wear thin with every moment I spend in your presence 😈. You’re the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires 😠. I love you Julienne ♥️. If I can’t have you, then I don’t want any of this 🥱. Not even this prestigious program that only accepts 2.73% of applicants 🔥. I would give it all up to just be with you 😘.”
“OMG, I love you too Ronan babes 🤩. If I can’t be with you, then my life would have no meaning 🔪♥️. Let’s just drop out and go into Soc-sci and have business babies 👁👄👁️.”
The End.
The Procrastinator 