Found this on Reddit a while back. I love reading random stories. =D
Back in high school, one of my friends (we’ll call him Note Passer) was behind on the cell phone curve. He had one, but it didn’t have texting and was only supposed to be for “emergencies only”. Anyways, this led to him passing notes around class to communicate with friends that weren’t sitting directly near him.
He had started talking to this one girl he liked forever (they had been assigned a class project together in another class) who he had no chance with. She wasn’t stuck-up or anything, she was just unbelievably beautiful so most guys knew they had no chance with her and my friend, as well as much of our group, was more on the “average” level.
This girl was one of those girls that actually make you stop and do a double take. Simply unbelievable.
Anyways, my friend and I were sitting behind this girl in a class, when I receive a note passed from Note Passer from across the classroom. I opened it, thinking it was to me, only to read that it was for the girl in front of me (the unbelievably gorgeous one). It was some lame ass question about when would be good to get together to work on the project. My friend and I said this would not fly. So, as Note Passer sat there and looked on in horror from across the classroom, we crumpled up his note and started writing our own.
It was this sprawling love poem which started out as a joke, just a little way to fuck with our friend, but it actually started getting good. Really good. We didn’t really think anything more of it until, barely containing our laughter, we passed it forward to the girl in front of us. A poem not written by Note Passer, but with Note Passer’s name on it. Note Passer’s eyes declared death, while ours declared hilarity. After about five minutes of nothing, we figured the girl had just written it off as the joke it was or had declared Note Passer a creep. Either way, we were going to explain that it was a joke to her after class. We were shocked when she reached backed and planted a note on my desk.
With shaking hands, I opened it. It said: “That is the single sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
That’s it. Just one simple sentence, and words could not explain the gold mine we had just struck for our friend who was ready to murder us the second the bell rang. Quietly, and slowly (we wanted to make it seem like the note had been passed all the way there, then a new one written and passed all the way back), my friend and I hatched the beginnings of a relationship through pen and paper for Note Passer.
We kept up the poetic tone for a few notes, then asked if she would like to go to the Homecoming game/dance (all of this still under Note Passer’s name, of course). She said yes, and explained that no one had ever asked her to a dance before (later, we would learn she was rarely asked anywhere, simply because 99% of guys thought they had no chance with her). With class time running low, we sent a brief message to Note Passer outlining what had just happened, to at least trust us until after we could explain more, and that if she comes up to him before we could talk to him to keep his stupid mouth as closed as possible, to not show her any of his handwriting, and to not try to refer to what was written in the notes as he had no clue what the hell they said.
He gave us this stunned look when the bell rang, and remained planted in his seat when he saw that gorgeous girl was coming over to him. She said she forgot to give him her phone number in her last note, and that he should have it so they can coordinate times and shit before the game and dance (this was like two days before). Everything went well, they’re still dating and in a long-term and committed relationship, and she has no clue that those original notes were from us. I guess she just never compared the handwriting, even though Note Passer and I do have pretty similar handwriting.
TL;DR: Hijacked my friend’s note and hooked him up with the most beautiful girl in the school.
