Has Been Said, Could Have been.

I was just thinking about the effect one decision can have on the rest of everything. I remembered/thought this up.

"Soooo.." she said, with only a slight twinge in her gut, a slight thump of her heart, a subtle shake of her nervous legs. She was much more calm then she had originally anticipated being, felt that the words that should come next would come, even though there was something inside her telling her not to speak, the urge to vocalize what needed to be said was greater.
   She had deliberately waited until this moment, it was inevitable, after a long evening out eating and laughing and joshing, they would always return and collapse on her bed, it had been that way for the last few months, constantly building to this moment, despite her silent struggles. Now, laying here again, she waited for her dearest friend and companion to leave the room before she spoke out loud. Now that she had begun speaking, there was no turning back, she couldn't leave the word 'so' hanging in the air for much longer. The words to follow escaped her lips, sounding exactly as they had when she repeated them in her mind.

"Was this a date?"

The male figure laying there next to her turned, his arm still stretched around beneath her. She figured that he probably hadn't expected her to say anything at all. She would have rather said nothing at all but the rational side of her had logic'd out the fact that the game she was playing could not be played forever. She couldn't keep closing her eyes to the feelings being sketched out on the page in plain blue pen. She couldn't ignore the lub-dub in her chest where she joked that her central processing unit should lie. The subtle looks and the elongated hugs and the hand on her shoulder couldn't be ignored. Not to mention the urging of her peers and close friends who had just today urged her to take his hand in hers, the simplest of gestures. 

     The question hung in the air for a moment, passing silently, the answer clear, the future uncertain. He responded softly;

The nonfiction conclusion to this, along with the fiction part of it (alternate ending lol) will be posted on my other blog, Alternate Parallels, where I'm supposed to post this creative writing shiz. This might also be a shameless plug to go to my other blog, because if I had posted this there, no one would have read it. (Aka: YOU: "eeeeeeeh, not interested *shameless chuckle*") Also, the end will be posted when I get around to it, eventually. Which should be soon because that's where shit diverges and there are those alternate parallels (like the title of the blog, y'getit?) so if I don't finish it, it's just me being self centered and talking about myself even more so then it already is. 

I guess this is a blog, created with the intention to talk about myself.

I'm talking about myself to preserve it for posterity. That's why I started this in the first place. god.

FUTURE ME, DON'T KEEP WRITING OBNOXIOUSLY LONG AUTHORS NOTES TYPE DOODADS AFTER WRITING A CREATIVE/AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL PIECE, YOU JUST LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. (As opposed to a ninja, which is subtlety different then a crazy person)

I'm making obscure references now. Bed time.