BA Storytelling

Hello! My name is Berklie Apedaile, author and creator of BA Storytelling. I am a mother, writer, and avid crafter. I am not published yet, but hope to one day finish a full manuscript and publish a full book. Until then I will post and write short stories for this website. There is no theme, just the joy of writing stories.

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Speaking of stories, I wanted to share my own story, which is as cliché as it gets.

 

Clichés and Ninjas

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I was beginning my sophomore year of college at Brigham Young University in Rexburg Idaho. I had just moved apartments and had five new roommates for the year. One of my roommates happened to have a crush. She became one of my best friends, and over the next two semesters I attempted to help her flirt with this mysterious boy that she had met over the summer. Unfortunately, our attempts to help her flirt and bring him up for a visit while at school were unsuccessful.

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As the school year came to a close, this roommate invited me to apply to the summer job she would be working. I got the job and excitedly began to plan our summer working together in Jackson, Wyoming. To her delight, the mysterious boy she had been texting all year would be returning to work with us that summer as well. At last I was going to meet this stranger . . .

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The first day of work, with obvious glee on my roommate's part, we went out to meet her crush. I looked him over, took in the scraggly long hair, mustache, and goatee and thought, "Well, glad she found someone she likes because he's not my type." Little did I know that he looked at me and thought, "Hey, she's cute."

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For the first couple of weeks, I gave them as much space as I could. I supported my roommate and cheered her on. However, his interest in me was slowly growing as we got to know each other just a little bit better. One night at the dinner table, everything changed.

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He started singing to my roommate. "Millions of peaches, peaches for me. Millions of peaches, peaches for free." I was sitting halfway down the dinner table listening in and was shocked when my roommate told him that she didn't know the song he was singing. Unable to stay quiet, I called down to her that she had indeed heard the song before because I had played it for her at school. She gave me a look of confusion, so I added that I had shown her the music video. After another denial, I said, "It was the video with random ninjas in it!"

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Peaches by The Presidents of the United States is not a very commonly known song. I had learned it from my dad. I didn't know it that night, but that boy's interest in me changed from a passing interest to an intense interest. Before I knew it, we were spending all of our free time together and discussing a relationship. I felt bad for my roommate, but she knew that he was chasing me and moved on with her interests. 

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Less than a year later, we were married. Don't let the image fool you though. He shaved the goatee on a whim over the summer, and he cut his hair before he proposed just to surprise me, but the mustache is permanent. Two and a half years later his hair is past his shoulders again. I couldn't be happier though. Together we are adventurous, noisy, creative rapscallions that encourage and lift each other in all of our pursuits. Our meeting may have been very cliché with random ninjas thrown in the mix, but I wouldn't have it any other way.