I met someone just now.
She quite literally ran into me, and I had to catch her from falling. She squeaked on the way down. Like a mouse.
She was kind of horrible to look at—you'll never believe what a mess her hair was. It was cut in all sorts of directions, with no rhyme or reason, and it was horribly matted! But the color was beautiful. A deep, wine-like purple. (Or what I imagine wine to be. Maybe wine is red? I don't exactly remember…) And—she was covered in bandages. Maybe she was injured? But they just looked awful with her outfit—a very cute nurse-like one, but like, those old school ones, but not those sexy ones, that are all tight fitted, the ones that have aprons and puffy skirts, and bell sleeves—not that I recognized it at the time, but I looked up nurses outfits (Matsuda had to help me with the computer), because, well, she was a nurse and I thought her outfit was so cute —
(Actually, she'd look cute in the sexy ones too—but apparently, nurse's don't actually wear those - or at least not anymore? - those are more Halloween outfits, and… well, I liked the ones I looked up with red accents best, but I think those would clash with her hair, but the point is —)
The point is her bandages looked awful with it! At least she wasn't in those ugly scrubs I looked up, because those would look really bad with it all.
When I told her this, she got extremely upset. Apparently , she knew me. And extra apparently, I used to have no taste, because I told her I loved her hair before! And extra extra apparently, I loved her bandages too! I don't get it. Those looked awful on her, and she's such a cute girl —
She also got upset I didn't remember her! Well, it's not my fault. It's a medical condition! I told her as much, because it was super unfair. It's not like I wanted to forget such a cute girl, so how can I be to blame? Like—okay, she looked ugly with her hair and bandages, but under that… she was very cute! Honestly that's what pisses me off the most. She has wonderful boobs and wonderful eyes and wonderful hair color, and yet she's wasting it. It's a crime against fashion for such a cutie to be so unfashionable! Ugh, it makes me mad at myself—couldn't I have given the poor thing a makeover?
Not that I'm really one to talk. I don't really accessorize or wear cute things either—I just wear the school uniform, because I really know nothing about fashion. (Or maybe I forgot it.) But even I could tell she was doing herself no favors! (And besides , no one would want to see me dressed up. Matsuda doesn't really care about those things—so why bother? I like that about him, honestly. He only cares about what's inside, not out—even though he calls me ugly, he still spends time with me and cares. He's not shallow.
But really, it's a crime for someone like her to not dress up, because she's so cute otherwise—)
She was really crying about it all, too. Full on meltdown. It really has nothing to do with me, but…
Well, maybe if I see her again I'll apologize. For now, I have to get to Matsuda. I can't waste time thinking about someone like her.
But…
Well.
There was something about her. I think if I see her again, I'd like to get to know her. Maybe I can give her a makeover. I've never really… had a friend before. There's Matsuda, but he doesn't really count—we're obviously soulmates. Something about her tearstained face was really pretty… She looks like a girl made for crying.
I think my heart skipped a beat.
(It's probably nothing.)