Adam's and Angela's Server So I asked Charlie Kirk if he wanted to be my boyfriend. I was shaky, nervous, because everything hinged on his answer. I was at the back of the line, but like destiny, people working the event came to me and actively moved me to the front of the line. I tried to make my case before just bluntly asking the question, but he kept telling me that he just wanted me to ask the question. It was madness, or maybe clarvoyance. Did Charlie know what I had on my mind? Did he just want me to ask? It gave me a small bit of confidence, and with a deep breath I asked, “Charlie, would you be my boyfriend?” The crowd erupted is disapproval, and Charlie looked upset, asking staff to take me away. Yet, before I went, I took another look in his striking eyes, almost looking blue under the light in their beauty. There was a longing there, a wish for honesty; for something more. I left upset and alone, without a Kirk to call my own. However, there was one glimmer of importance I took from this trial. The format of the event was to “prove him wrong,” only allowing people through who disagreed with him; and y’know what? I think I found where our disagreements lie. For I simply disagree with his answer, knowing the truth is buried within, though it is clear from today that Charlie disagrees with that truth, hiding his passionate treasure beneath the sand of that longing beach.
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