“Well, that happened…wanna try the principal?” Taylor looked at Maggie.
“Him? Of all people?”
“Could be fun. We could learn something new about him too.” Taylor took off, with Maggie following, but being more dubious of that particular idea.
Mr. Fowler was a man with, not a bad temper, but still one present. A classic stern principal. He wasn’t a bad guy by any means, just strict – even his old fashion-ness wasn’t the worst part of him (that would be his droning monotone voice), as his personal rule was ‘while on school property, try to abide by the laws and don’t cause problems’, so as long as there were no orgies going on, PDA was fine (within reason, of course).
So, time for the strict principal to loosen up!
The man had just finished reading a book someone once recommended on the basis that it was fascinating, though he himself found droll, when an unseen arrow hit him dead center in the chest. With a momentary spark of pain and plenty of confusion before it turned to determination, he sat to change from his comfy home attire to a suitable outdoor attire – jeans and a pleaded jacket, before leaving the home in his car – at a bit of an alarming speed.
“Yikes, better make sure he doesn’t cause an accident!” The two cupids rushed after him, wondering where in the world he was rushing so fast.
When he finally slowed down it was in the more seedy part of town, driving slow and cautious, as if searching for someone. He finally stopped in front of apartment building that had seen better decades, parked, and went inside. A few flights of stairs and he was knocking on the door.
“Who is it?!” An annoyed voice sounded from the outside.
“Josephine? If it’s alright with you…”
“Goddess, he’s still talking in that droning tone in what is supposed to be his true love…”
“Unless the other likes it, I will change come Monday.”
“Please do…”
The door opened and a woman of the same age as Fowler appeared on the other side, “Alan…what are you doing here?”
“I…honestly, it might have just been a fleeting want to see you, so I took it, as I feared I would lose my chance…like how I had lost it years ago.”
Josephine snorted, “Years ago, huh? Do you mean the college days or the reunion debacle?”
“Both? Maybe even before those two…I…realize I had made grave errors and…” He just looked uncomfortable, pleading his case in the dirty and dingy hallway.
She sighed and gestured to come inside, “Still like your tea like your coffee?”
“You remembered…”
“Hard not to. They’re so simple and basic. Guess that’s what I liked about you, before you stabbed my back just because your folks hated how I liked to have fun.”
“I know…”
“Ooh, drama!”