I know she likes me. I can tell it from the way she holds her head and moves her hands whenever I’m around. I’m just not sure I’m ready for the type of relationship she wants. I’m still young and I’ve still got a lot of living to do.
But she is really cute. Maybe if I just come up behind her and throw my arms around her I’ll find out how she really feels about me.
I knew he couldn’t resist me. They never can. Males are so dumb: All of them. As soon as he puts his arms around me, and tries to mate, I’ll turn around and bite his head off.
(The male female conversation of the praying mantis)
The challenge was: Write a story (prose or poetry) about the first meeting between two characters who might turn out to be a love interest in your story. The twist is that I want you to write it twice: once from the boy’s viewpoint and a second time from the girl’s viewpoint.