Tiffany, a short girl from northern California who overall had a decently uneventful life up until finally leaving for college, probably would have instantly been tossed away into the “unremarkable” category in my mind and immediately forgotten about if it weren’t for what another friend of mine had told me about Tiff that same night.
This friend of mine happened to find Tiffany particularly interesting, which to me was a surprise. She had thought Tiffany was an incredibly beautiful girl, which I just passed off as something girls always say about each other. I told my friend I literally found absolutely nothing about Tiffany that was extraordinary.
But then, the friend had told me that another friend of ours named Simon actually had a huge crush on Tiffany, which I didn’t know about until that moment. The naturally cynical side of me simply started laughing after hearing that Simon, a big, average-looking Korean dude who himself had seemed to be astonishingly unremarkable to me, trying to go for any girl at all. I also began questioning his choice in women, since I felt like Tiffany herself literally was just extremely ordinary.
Yet, these two people who seemed overwhelmingly mediocre had somehow in some way ended up together in a relationship not too long after. It wasn’t actually anything I would have cared about nor remembered at all if I didn’t happen to run into Tiffany constantly over and over again.
Tiffany coincidentally found her way into quite a lot of my classes, since we both happened to be in the same specific major, Bioengineering. Even though, at the time, I was wrapped up with first pursuing and later sulking over Emily, while Tiffany herself was dating the Simon guy, together us two ended up studying together quite frequently as well. We’d often meet up after classes to grab lunch and study, or we’d meet up and work on weekly assignments for bioengineering, or we’d stay up late cramming for some test on the next day.
We gradually became closer, but all the while, I still didn’t find anything about Tiff that was really all that noteworthy. She was a good student, went to class a lot more than I did, overall reliable on her portions of the groupwork for class, and even her face started growing on me as perhaps something that was actually quite pretty, but for some reason there was still nothing that stuck out to me to make her feel like someone more unique or special than a typical decent person and good student.
But each day, we’d get a little bit closer. During studying or relaxing after class or running into each other around campus, we ended up finding it easier to talk to each other more and more every passing day, and before either of us knew it, we eventually settled into quite a comfortable companionship as good friends and colleagues, which itself isn’t something that is out of the ordinary either.
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As sad as it was letting what me and Emily had disappear so abruptly, along the way, I was still able to meet many people, some who still remain in my life to this day, and more who ended up leaving, which altogether isn’t anything out of the ordinary.
One particularly notable night I had once spent with Emily was a campus event named “Hullabaloo,” which was a carnival-style event with games, rides, music, and food trucks in the center of campus. It was only about a month after I first met Emily, meaning I actually hadn’t gotten to know her all that well yet, nor met a lot of her friends yet either.
That day, I walked her back from class for the first time. It was also the first time I had been at her home, a typical college dorm that was packed with students I never met before. After meeting several of her suitemates and friends, she took me next door to the neighboring adjacent dorm to meet the rest of the people we were going to the event with. To this day, a lot of those people I met have disappeared from my life, which I’d like to emphasize again isn’t something that’s tragic or out of the ordinary.
But there are a few people who I met that night who I still remain close with. Of those few, one is the other main protagonist of this story, a girl named Tiffany. The funny thing is that nothing about her seemed to make me think she was anything particularly special. In fact, I thought she was just typical, very typical. So typical that I would have easily forgotten about her if our paths didn’t happen to cross over and over and over again.
Back in 2012, freshman year of college, I was on a public bus with some friends to go home from the beach. Along the way, the bus stopped to pick up two people. It was the first time I met those two strangers, and somehow I instantly developed a crush from the moment I saw the pretty, skinny, tall one who I learned was named Emily. I’ve actually talked a lot about her since that day.
I got to know her quite well after that first fateful day. Somehow, our paths crossed over and over again, eventually actually aligning, since we both happened to be in the same major and ended up taking several classes together. And even beyond school, we still managed to see meet with each other quite frequently as well. We’d often study together, grab lunch or dinner together, hang out at events around campus, and more.
It wasn’t long before we ended up falling for each other. But soon after, her best friend, Jessica, took her away from me. Jessica, the same one who had gotten on that first bus ride with Emily at the stop, literally forced an ultimatum on Emily to choose between her best friend or me. It was unreasonable.
But as much as it broke my heart, I was able to move on eventually, though in retrospect it took quite a while. The typical thoughts after a break-up or separation had appeared and clouded my judgment for a while, but being someone who’s been deserted suddenly by many, many, many people who I considered to be close to me at the time, in the end I was able to come to terms with the fact that Emily was obviously someone who was nowhere near that one person I needed in my life.
All righty. I’m going to start writing about the story of the girl I’ve fallen in love with, beginning from the start and writing chapters at a time. I will also use the hashtag #t to label the stories, since it’s nice and short and, well, her name is Tiffany :) I’ll also leave a link on my blog so you can find it easily.
I’ll be writing chapters throughout this week, and I’m not sure when I’ll finish. It might not even take a week, if I remain inspired and don’t develop overwhelming headaches. Posts might come once a day, or there could be multiple posts within a few hours, or maybe several days will pass before a post shows up. It all depends on my how my head is doing.
But it should be entertaining to read :) Nothing will deviate from the truth, even if it seems unbelievable like it came straight out of some Korean drama like everyone’s been saying. Hope you enjoy it :]]
Anonymous said: This is gonna sound so stupid but what is a fuckboy? lol
- timothy over here askin’ for nudes when all u did was say hello
- connor who won’t calm down with his axe spray tryna infect ya lungs
- colin adding #420 to his bio when he smoked weed one time
- gregory mad cause u didn’t blow him after the first date
how to spot a fuckboy:
- white nike tube socks with his adidas sandals
- he wants to play 20 questions (!!!!!!!!! do not play !!!!!!!!!!! especially if there’s a “;)” involved)
- relies on his mom but doesn’t respect women
- looks like he just read one of jaden smith’s tweets in all of his selfies
- can’t find the clitoris
fuckboys come in all shapes and sizes and results may vary but when he a fuckboy…he a fuckboy…and u will know