Dork Dreams
Director: Tykeya O'Neil
Stylists: Lindsey Story and Sidney Shuman
Photographer: Jasmine Thompson
Clothes: Rumors
Models: Rachel West and Todd Baker
Extras: Sara Skubal, Elliott Duffy, James Gainous, Aaron Crittendon, Rob Gibson, Katie Dinep, Evan Herr, Lindsey Story, and Sidney Shuman
Writer: Christine Stoddard
QuailBellMagazine.com
Stylists: Lindsey Story and Sidney Shuman
Photographer: Jasmine Thompson
Clothes: Rumors
Models: Rachel West and Todd Baker
Extras: Sara Skubal, Elliott Duffy, James Gainous, Aaron Crittendon, Rob Gibson, Katie Dinep, Evan Herr, Lindsey Story, and Sidney Shuman
Writer: Christine Stoddard
QuailBellMagazine.com
[Her]
And the professor said...something superfluous, adding a spine to the hairy hedgehog
in my meadow of fervent longing, heart-pounding pain and general awkwardness toward...
him.
And the professor said...something superfluous, adding a spine to the hairy hedgehog
in my meadow of fervent longing, heart-pounding pain and general awkwardness toward...
him.
Him—the boy, the man, the prince, the king.
Him—the vision, the light, the shining crown.
Him—the source of all my love and misery.
Him—the vision, the light, the shining crown.
Him—the source of all my love and misery.
But he's not likely to see me as I see him, for lopsided glasses chafe my freckled nose
and, though my diction may be perfect, I slurp when I speak.
and, though my diction may be perfect, I slurp when I speak.
Except today.
Today I am elegance incarnate, Mademoiselle Sexy Sequins, Miss Lucy Long Legs.
Bam! Those hips swivel and sizzle and sing when I strut from my desk to his,
sweetly leaning, gracefully hovering, perched on his tabletop with aggressive allure.
Bam! Those hips swivel and sizzle and sing when I strut from my desk to his,
sweetly leaning, gracefully hovering, perched on his tabletop with aggressive allure.
Kiss me before I kiss you.
[Him]
She's cute, sort of small like something you'd tuck into your picnic basket,
wrapped up in some quilted cloth your grandma stitched years ago,
the cloth you still use to keep your favorite baked goods from going stale.
She's cute, sort of small like something you'd tuck into your picnic basket,
wrapped up in some quilted cloth your grandma stitched years ago,
the cloth you still use to keep your favorite baked goods from going stale.
She probably tastes like a cookie—when you kiss her, that is.
I mean, if I ever kiss her, from pigtail to pigtail, freckle by freckle.
I mean, I will, I have to because I want to and I've never wanted anything more and today, well, today, today...
I mean, if I ever kiss her, from pigtail to pigtail, freckle by freckle.
I mean, I will, I have to because I want to and I've never wanted anything more and today, well, today, today...
I'm handsome. I'm suave. I'm fashionable. I'm articulate. I'm bold.
I'm that guy in the movies you hate so badly because you want to be him so badly.
With a flick of my wrist, I'll blow her a kiss and then hop on over there, getting super close
until she's sweating, sweating because I've seen her love letters.
I'm that guy in the movies you hate so badly because you want to be him so badly.
With a flick of my wrist, I'll blow her a kiss and then hop on over there, getting super close
until she's sweating, sweating because I've seen her love letters.
Love letters she addressed to me.
Love letters full of hope and yearning and everything else that I feel, too.
She lo—me. Me? Me! She loves me!
[Them]
We loved each other before our day dreams ran loose in this little classroom.
For centuries, we loved and for a lifetime, we will love in and out of this little classroom.
We loved each other before our day dreams ran loose in this little classroom.
For centuries, we loved and for a lifetime, we will love in and out of this little classroom.
