Assignment for Journalism:
Write a two page not necessarily newsworthy story from the "I" perspective. Your position as story teller should benefit the audience, not because of you objectivity, but because of your personal insight into the characters/situation.
It was, I’d venture to say, Josh’s comment three days ago that made me suspicious. If he had just said, you know, “I’m dating someone named, blank, you’d really like her,” or even, “I don’t want to tell you because you’ll give me shit,” I swear I would have left the whole thing alone. It is Josh after all, and he dates way more people then I could ever keep up with, let alone care about. Truth is, if he hadn’t told me he was dating someone new, I probably never would have even asked, I just would have assumed he wasn’t. It’s just not Josh’s style to date, it would cramp his character.
Anyway, if I had to pin point where the whole thing started, it was when Josh said, “I don’t want to tell anyone because I’m afraid I’ll jinx it, but don’t worry, you’ll approve,” quickly followed by, “It’s no one you know, if that’s what you’re thinking”. Now anyone can see, the statement clearly lacks sense. First off, if it’s no one I know, then how could telling me, jinx it? And secondly, if I don’t know her, then how can he possibly be so sure that I will approve? It was just a weird thing for him to say I guess, that and the fact that he was dating someone at all, which I’d say is suspicious in itself.
Needless to say, it planted the seed, so that when Ana walked in with the rose the other day, it was just more wood on the fire. It happened like this:
I’m sitting at my computer researching summer housing, or some other such thing when Ana comes home carrying a single rose wrapped in cellophane under one arm. I turned around to say hi, and saw her kind of smile, and place the rose gently on her bed before taking off her jacket. She was clearly lost in thought, enough so that she jumped a little when I said hi and asked her teasingly who the rose was from. If you can believe it, Josh was actually the furthest thing from my mind. Perhaps you have to live two years in our social circle for that to be true, but the idea of Josh and Ana together is one of those things that’s cute in theory, but something that everyone sort of gives up on once it doesn’t happen in the first five seasons, and a far better joke then actual concept. Truth was, for all my intuition, and Josh’s weirdness the other day, I still never would have suspected it had Ana not acted so strangely that moment. What she did was, pick up the rose, glance at it again with a look of sudden confusion, and place it on the kitchen table, mumbling that if only the sender had left a card, she might know which one of it was for. Clearly that was absurd. She knew exactly who the rose was for, or she wouldn’t have so comfortably placed it on her bed moments prior. When I called her on this, she spent the next half an hour insisting that she hadn’t the slightest clue who it was from and that I was being ridiculous, after which, she finally caved with, “Fine, I know but I don’t want to jinx it”. Pretending to be terribly hurt at my roommates inability to confide in me about something so obviously important, I crossed my arms and proclaimed, “God Ana, you and Josh. You should just date each other”. Followed a split second later by “Oh my God! You are dating each other!” to which she protested so adamantly, that had I not taken it as proof that I was absolutely right, she would have convinced me otherwise. Finally I consented to letting it drop, which only meant that I excused myself to go next door. She should have known better then to let me.
I banged frantically on Julia’s door until JJ answered. I hugged her quickly, and then ran over to Julia. Julia, I have a question.
“Joanie, is this another sex question?”
“Julia, this is important. Are Josh and Ana dating?”
I can not describe the level of laughter that followed. “ Joanie, that’s absurd”.
“Julia, just listen, I really think I’m right here”.
As I finished laying out all the evidence, Julia wide-eyed and nodding, Ana made her final blunder, by flinging open Julia’s door, and proceeding to chase me around the small room, leading me to dive behind the French doors and barricade them with furniture (as if we needed further evidence).
Silly Ana. You know very well my flowers always come to the package center.