"You are such an idiot!" Jacob picks me up and flings my over his shoulder.
"Lemme go!" "I protest to your indecency!"
"Sorry, i don't take orders from porcelain dolls such as yourself."
"Want me to stick my foot up your-"
"Whoa whoa, no need to get so violent little girl."
At first glance, we may appear to be fighting. But in reality(ours at least)It's our way of having fun. Jacob is a tall, rugged boy with shiny black hair and a muscular body. And I am a small, thin thing compared to him. Which is why he calls me a 'porcelain doll" or "PD" for short. My real name, however, Is Rachel. And you may have guessed it, but Jacob is my boyfriend. My first boyfriend to be exact, which is something for me considering I’m a senior and i haven't had my first kiss yet. In fact, i still haven't had my first kiss. "You should save it." is what Jacob told me one day. "You shouldn't waste it on a boy you might never see again after graduation. Or it'll be your worst regret."
I can't help but smile. "You're such a dork!" i tell him.
"That makes you the girlfriend of a dork, which really isn't helping your status..."
"Shut up!" I bop him on the head and he sets me down.
"Ouch!" "You shouldn't act so violent, it's uncute."
"Well excuse me!" "You should know by now I am naturally uncute."
Jacob lets out a heavy sighs and looks dramatically to the food court. “Alas, it makes me worry everyday."
I kick him in the shin.
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That was a nice little memory. But not what my story was about. The story of Jake and me is a short one; we ended up dating for a while, and then eventually broke up due to graduation. Jacob never gave me my first kiss. Yet many years seem to pass and I eventually forgot all about him. I became a journalist for a magazine and all hints or feelings for having a relationship seemed to wash away. I became absorbed in my work, and that's where our story picks up, many years later.
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"Hey Rachel." My boss jogs up to me with that big idiotic smile apon his face.
"What's up?" I ask, turning to face him.
"I have a big story I want you to cover!" Oh dear, here we go. "There's a new movie being shot- it has Phillip D. Ekaj in it, you know him, right?"
I shake my heard. "No sir, I don't watch a lot of movies."
My boss shakes his head. "Right, well anyway, I want you to do a documentary of the film, maybe interview some people if you can."
I raise an eyebrow. "You want me to do what, sir?"
He ignored me and continued on. "You'll travel with them the entire time the movie is being made, and write down your daily adventures with the cast and crew, kinda like a diary, y'know?"
"Sir," I sigh, "Do I have a choice, here?"
My eccentric Boss pauses and says; "Hm, I suppose you don't, do you?" He chuckles to himself and says "They're filming in Germany right now, there's going to be a plane waiting for you tomorrow that will take you there." "Make sure to pack extra clothes and have fun!" "Toodles, my dear!" My boss waves to me and frolics back into his office. I never did understand where he got all his energy.
