Post by Jimmy Halloway on Dec 16, 2016 14:45:02 GMT
No, Jimmy didn’t get it wrong. He was indeed in the girl-only part of the dormitories. You’d think they had separate parts for boys and girls to prevent something like that, yet it had been very easy for the young boy to make his way here. He didn’t even hide or anything, just put one foot in front of the other. Jimmy didn’t even consider whether his actions were good or bad. Earlier, he had a bit of doubt, but the boys who sent him cleared that out long ago. It was not like Jimmy was here to spy on the girls or on a mission to steal some panties. He had a far more legitimate reason, albeit not his.
It all started when Jimmy caught a conversation some boys had. One of them had flowers in his hands he wanted to give a girl but she seemed to take her sweet time coming down. Plus, he apparently was a bit shy to deliver them in person. But she was in the girl part of the dorms and he wondered how he should go there. Jimmy, who was in the student lounge, savouring a yogurt beverage while trying to read all the words from his comic book, heard them and thought he should help by pointing out the girl’s dorm was on the second. Despite this being a true answer, it was not the one the boys wanted to hear. Because none of them, including the one who held the bouquet and wanted to deliver it with such desire, was not willing to deal with the detention that would likely follow should he get caught or a girl chose to tell a teacher. “Because boys must not be in the girl’s dormitory?” Jimmy asked. It was one of the rules, and Jimmy always tried to follow the rules, when he remembered them. His youthful naivety gave the boys an idea and it was how he ended up in the girl’s dorms.
At first, he too feared the detention, but they soon appeased his worries. He didn’t want to do something bad but he wanted people to be happy and it made the boy happy to have someone sending those flowers and he assured Jimmy the girl would be happy too. They gave him excuses he could give, but Jimmy forgot them all. His brain had been too busy trying to remember the room number to keep anything else in mind. As such, the fact that no excuse could be tolerated did not strike his mind. Anyway, as one of them said, he could still get away with it because Jimmy was Jimmy. Stupidity was sometimes a good thing. He didn’t get how, but the other boys seemed to think so. None of that mattered though. Someone was asking for his help. His] help! He eventually agreed with a smile.
And so Jimmy was on the second floor of the dorms, a small bouquet in hand. He hesitated for a moment. Which door was it again? He might have a good memory, but only for things he saw, not things he heard. He stopped at a door. He was pretty sure it was the right one. One digit was right at least. Bouquet in hand and partially covering his face, he used his other one to knock three times on the door. Then he waited, for about four or five seconds. Without an answer, Jimmy knocked again. Endlessly.
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