Social commentary's of devotee's of the fangirl persuasion

I have very low hand to eye co-ordination and can't: catch, throw, shoot or run while "dribbling". The only sort of "dribbling" I'll be doing is when they wheel me outta the gym after I've smacked myself on the temple with the basketball.
Whilst, I'll walk beside the stretcher saying "wrong kinda dribbling!"
And I'll be saying "Gahhh" because, at that precise moment, CTP was making his way over to the gym to profess his undying love. But after he see's me dribbling like a comatose-kid, he'll think, "Hmm, I actually like non-dribbly girls?" He will take over, and begin to wheel me over to the sick bay (because they have such a high standard of CPR techniques) and you will be there, crying by my dribbly bedside.
He will get to the ramp near thjer girls bathrooms, and let me stretched roll away down toward the construction site, and sweep you up on his arms.
he will say "Oh, I love you, and i always have" and you will go "Oh, Captain TightPants" and grab a very nice ass cheek or two, and I will say "GAHHHH" because i will have rolled into the fence.

By social_aesthetics

with some input from Slipping Mentality, but not much coz I kick her butt at stories.