September 2005
Ange drove the courtesy bus around campus. Pixel had a crush on her and sometimes rode around with her. They would talk about her life, his home town, and he would teach her Spanish. Ange had emotional problems. Pixel realized this. And she would tell Pixel all about her issues. Often.
One day, Ange said, “why don’t you come spend the night at my house?” Pixel eagerly said yes. He didn’t know what it meant, as they were just friends. Furthermore, she’d once hinted how she didn’t like the fact that all of her male friends hit on her.
At her house, she prepared a mattress for him downstairs. Pixel made a mental note that this meant he should not try anything. They kept talking until she felt sleepy and got ready for bed.
Pixel thought this was it, but she asked him to come upstairs with her. Somehow, they ended up in her bedroom as she got into bed, turned on her stereo, and began singing. Pixel felt she was coming onto him, but – not wanting to push his luck– he tried to leave. She held him back and rolled over in bed, holding his hand. He lost his balance and fell into bed behind her, accidentally spooning. They interlocked fingers and Pixel said to himself, Ohh.
She turned back, looked at him, gazed into his eyes, and Pixel lowered his head to kiss her…
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“Why did you do that?” She pulled away quickly.
Pixel died of shame.
Ironically, he didn't see it coming.