Love or Infatuation

Ugh, how was I supposed to say no to him? I'm so stupid! Now he's going to be in my house, see old pictures of me, and see my room! Fuck! I forgot to clean it. Okay, no going upstairs then. I open the door letting both of us in and shut it behind myself.

"Welcome to my humble abode." I say awkwardly making him let out a soft chuckle.

"Can I get a tour?" He asks.

"Uh sure." I point to the left, "the kitchen," point right, "living room," point to the stairs, "bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs."

"Cool, let's go to your room."

"Uh no, no, no, no, no. My room's a complete mess."

"Great, I get to see you in your natural habitat."

"No Andy, let's just hangout in the backyard." I say pulling on his hand. He gives me a smile and we head outside. We both take a seat at the edge of the pool letting our legs splash around in the water.

"So Andy, I've had this question since Monday, but I've been too afraid to ask." I say.

"Shoot."

"Why'd you come up and talk to me? I'm three years younger than you, I'm nerdy, I'm stupid, and let's not forget ugly."

"How?" He asks amazed. What?

"How?"

"How can a girl like you call yourself that? Do you not own a mirror?"

"I'm a crow among doves."

"No, you're a dove among crows." I let out a chuckle. "Something funny?"

"Yeah this, all of this. You, Mr Popular, at my house telling me I'm pretty. I must be dreaming because this feels unreal."

"I'm Mr Popular?"

"Yes, look at yourself. Your friendly, caring, and let's not forget hot."

"You think I'm hot?"

Fuck, what are you gonna do Samantha? Shit, he has me using that name.

"Earth to Sam." I motion to get up, but as I said before, I'm clumsy. I fall into the pool.

"Sam, you okay?" He asks.

I pull myself out of the pool. "I'm fine. I gonna get changed and then we'll go somewhere." I say walking towards the house, Andy follows.

"I thought you weren't allowed out."

"Fuck it."

I run upstairs and dry off. I change into my orange Tshirt, my blue plaid skirt, and my black converse. I redo my makeup and put my hair in a high ponytail. I run back downstairs and Andy looks up from his phone.

"You should wear your hair up more often." He comments making me let out a soft giggle. "So where are we going?"

"Does it matter?" I ask. "I mean, there doesn't always have to be a plan."

"You're right." I grab my phone and my skateboard, and we head out the door. He puts his arm around me as we walk down the street.

"I want to get to know you a little better." He says pulling me closer.

"What do you want to know? I'm an open book." I say.

"Vanilla or chocolate?"

"Strawberry."

"Billy Idol or Taylor Swift?"

"Billy."

"Me or drugs?"

"Define you."

"A nineteen year old who spends his off time jamming in his garage with his rock band."

"What do you play?"

"I sing."

"Sing a little."

"In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more." He sings and I absolutely melt.

"I'd choose you, as long as you sing to me everyday." I say

"Deal."

"So now it's time for me to get to know you; why are you still in school? I thought you were supposed to graduate two years ago."

"The last two years I skipped classes, didn't study, and didn't complete my community hours. I'm actually trying this year because my parents threatened to kick me out if I don't graduate this year. Plus I still have some unfinished business at Stevenson."

"What kind of business may I ask?"

"You'll find out later."

"Okay... You know you still haven't answered my question from earlier. Why'd you choose this year to start noticing my existence?"

"I've always noticed your existence, I just wasn't sure whether you were approachable."

"Approachable?"

"Well you were younger, a little too innocent."

"Innocent?"

"Are you just gonna keep repeating the last words I say?"

"I just might, what do you mean by too innocent?"

"You were too young to be hanging out with me."

"And I'm not now?"

"You make me mad sometimes, you know that?"

"So I'm told, I don't really understand how though."

He pulls me close so our lips are only inches away. "Because you get my heart racing so hard, I can't grab a hold of my emotions." He says and lets me go. "You wanna go get ice cream? I'm buying." I give him a nod and we start walking to the ice cream parlour.

Wait, does that mean he likes me?

Notes

Shout out to Courtney bvb forever


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