Yes or No

Down the hall, traipsing along the lockered wall, Blue elephant hides. If only I had a smoke or something to look cool thinks Blue elephant. But smoking is bad kids, so don't do it. Blue elephant swiftly props one leg against the wall, leaning in, and drinkin' a water bottle stakes out on the guard rail of the second story. From there Blue elephant could scan and map out the school's current occupants. And Captori.

Yah, Captori's probably not gonna be alone, considers Blue elephant, so I'll just go hey Captori, you think I could talk to you? No, that's too forward... I gotta be more cool, more collected, more like John Travolta... yah, slick and tall and proud. I gotta go "Hey Captori, wanna stay outside a while and hang?" or maybe "Hey Captori, check out this view... breathtaking huh?" Yah! and then it'll lead into "So, the animal homecoming dance is comin' up and I was..." Blue elephant sucks in breath.

Across the hall is Captori's foggy outline, blurry image, but it's Captori! Blue elphant's cool sweat is concealed by his aura of COOOooooooolness. Her little Andy Warhol sackpurse is swinging toandfro with the rhythm of her Vans' tapping across the concrete floor. Tap tap tap bu-BOOM bu-BOOM bu-BOOM Blue elephant's heartbeat matches her taps. Captori's step speed increases as she sees her destination behind Blue elephant. And Blue elephant takes a deep breath and ...

"Hey Captori!..."