Joe Montoya: The Hispanic Edward

Yesterday was the creative writing festival. I'll briefly summarize the whole thing before I move on to the real thing I want to cover: a hispanic boy with a red mohawk named Joe Montoya.

Maybe not the whole thing. Ashlee's session was good; six people read, and the poems were all of varying degree and caliber, anything from poems about demons and abusive relationships to nature to a harsh breakup.

Session two we (Mrs. Kies, Avi, Rose, Ashlee, and I) went to the songwriting one. Personally, being a big critic of music, I didn't like any of the four except the last one, which were a three-man band that did an... interesting piece. Rap to acoustic guitar with odd, witty lyrics about the sixties. I disliked the first three. A lot. I won't even get started on them, else I won't even get to the part about Joe Montoya.

Ashlee, Avi, Rose, and I went out to eat-- or tried to-- at Rocky Rococo's. Or however you spell that. It took forever to get there, because the map was slightly wrong and not accurate at all, plus Avi has messed up feet...
And then we lost track of time there and ended up almost running back to the campus and were nearly late to session three, which was mine.
I read "Chapter Two: Forrest" first (naturally). I was completely absorbed in reading it (I'm not good with crowds) so I didn't really notice who entered late. I just know the door opened twice during my reading and two people came in.

Rose gave the first guy a copy of my story-- because she liked it so much-- to the first guy. Evidently that was enough for him; he was hooked.

No lie.

After all five of the readers were done with their stories, the room started to clear. My papers were spread all over my workspace, so I began cleaning up, since, as usual, I hadn't noticed the time.

By the time I was all collected and such, the room was almost completely empty. The only ones who had remained were the guy who gave us our critiques, Ashlee, Avi, Rose, and another guy. The first thing I noticed was his hair. As typical of all hispanic people, he had very dark hair, but his happened to be worked into a sizeable mohawk; one at least four inches high and dark red. Without the mohawk, he appeared to be about the same height as me, but with it, I judged he was probably taller than me.

Truthfully, he could have either been hispanic or asian and I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference, but according to Rose he was definately hispanic. I'll trust her animalistic hispanic mating instincts on this one. ;)
The moral of that little anecdote was that he didn't have any strong, defining HISPANIC features; they were mostly muted.
Of course I noticed that he was skinny and in "emo" style clothes, but that was secondary to his mohawk in my eyes.

Then, of course, the next thing I saw was his eyes, and how they were trained on Rose like a fat kid would look at something yummy.

Ashlee and Avi were standing around them not really saying much, shifting weight between their feet awkwardly like they really, really wanted to be somewhere else. Then, of course, the boy was talking interestedly to Rose about various things, including where they lived.

I would have found this odd, except I already knew just the way he was looking at her, so it was more a "well, that figures" sort of thing to me.

As we started gravitating toward the door, he followed us, still having eyes only for Rose.

We stopped again around a stairwell, between two halls that lead to different doors. There we talked-- or, more accurately, Rose and the boy talked-- about all sorts of things. They discussed their names. He asked her hers first.

"Rose."

"Rose...?"

"Rose. Glendenning."

He laughed. "Glendenning."

"Glendenning."

"Glendenning. Glendenning. Glendenning. Glendenning," he said, all with various pronunciations.

Then, he told her his name. The conversation went similarly at first.

"Joe."

"What's your last name?"

"... Montoya."

Then, we proceeded to laugh about his name. Did you know that--

LOL. Rose just told me her last name was Diaz. Freaking lol.

On with the story. If anyone has seen Princess Bride, you surely remember Inigo Montoya, who will avenge his father. Joe Montoya reminded us of this. Evidently Disney has used it several times, just as they have used the name "Diaz", which Rose told me just now used to be her last name.

By this time, Ashlee, Avi, and I had all communicated our thoughts on the matter, and they were shockingly similar. All three of us knew that he--

Haaa. Again. Interrupting myself. Ashlee just squirted Kies with hand sanitizer. It's everywhere. xD

Back to where I left off. All three of us knew unequivocally that Joe Montoya was seriously into Rose. I can't remember all of what they talked about, but some of it made the three of us think things like, "Oh my god. Did she really just say that? She's so oblivious!" and at times, communicate our thoughts between us.

Then, even though where he had to go was the other direction from where we had to meet up with Kies, Monica, and Wendy, he walked us there-- or, more accurately, walked Rose there, since he was walking rather close to her and the three of us lagged behind, giggling behind our hands and papers. The guy had balls, though, as he'd already proven by continuing to hit on her despite us lingering and laughing at him.

I walked in front of them once we got there and ended up laughing hysterically at one of Rose's responses, which were all far too emphatic for something innocent, and by the time I had calmed down and turned back around, she was writing her Facebook name on a piece of paper, and proceeded to hand it to him.

Some people, I tell you!

Once he'd left our ranks, we confronted the oblivious Rose about it, and all recapped it, laughing. Then, as I was talking about something, facing a different direction than everyone, Joe Montoya came back into view. He had walked in a circle around the center staircases where we were meeting and was trying to look furtively at Rose for her reaction!

This was too much for me. I burst out laughing, Joe Montoya noticed me looking at him and laughing, and he turned and walked sideways, past the gigantic pillar that obscured my vision. Then, I didn't see him again, and I've yet to figure out how he escaped, since even when we walked back past where he disappeared to, he was gone.

He added her on Facebook last night, and she accepted.
The Hispanic Twilight thing is an inside joke from the car ride home that I don't have any time to explain at the moment, as class just got done. If you really care that much, you can ask. I'll gladly explain.

She is now Rose Aimee Montoya in my mind. RAM.

If you know what I mean. ;-D