Preston walked up to a bored looking Macey. He leaned against the wall across from her. "Hey." He nodded.
Macey looked at him with a look of pure disgust but didn't say anything. "You know…" Preston shrugged. "I go to a very prestigious school." Macey gave him that look again but didn't say an insult like she usually did. "I can say I love you in twenty three languages." "Oh, really?" Macey pretended like she was impressed. At the sight of this Preston started grinning and was practically jumping up and down with joy. Well…was until Macey burst his bubble. "Well…" She smiled angelically. "I can say bullshit in twenty four." She glared at him with cold, beautiful eyes before walking away.
"Macey." Preston said, exasperated. "Preston." The said boy sighed before running after her. "Szeretlek." Hungarian. Macey thought. Hmm. " Hulyeseg." She said before disappearing. Preston struggled getting through the throngs of people at the event. "Te amo." He said once he'd caught up with her. "Mierda." She smiled. "Je t'aime." Macey rolled her eyes before saying " ."
"Macey." He said and there was… There was something in his voice that made her turn around. "Macey." He whispered but she heard it as if he's screamed. He then began to declare his love in various languages. Not all twenty four though. He didn't want to show off.
"Ich liebe dich." "Mai tujhe pyarr kartha ho." "Mi esthe philo tu." "Eg elska thig." "Taim I' ngra leat."
" Kimi o ai shiteru.""Rwy'n dy garu di."
"Macey." He whispered again. Shivers went up Macey's spine as he got closer. "I love you." There was such passion and… love behind his eyes. And the minute Macey saw it she immediately shut down. "Yeah, well, that's good for you kid. You know your languages. That might come in handy someday. Now, why don't you go talk to someone who doesn't want to puke at the sight of you." "God! Macey!" He threw his hands in the air.
Macey blinked in surprise. He actually seemed angry and…hurt. "Why do you do this?" He closed his eyes and sighed. "Why do you act like you hate me?"
She moved closer to him. "Because I do." "No, you don't." Macey opened her mouth to protest but Preston cut her off before she could. "You were the one who kissed me, remember?" Macey shrugged. "I was bored." Preston laughed without humor. "Bored. You were bored. You know what I have to say to that?" The hurt and resentment in astonishing Macey once more.
"Bullshit, Macey. Bullshit."
With that he walked away.
Macey stood there in shock for a minute before running after him.
Not caring that they were surrounded by thousands of people or that countless magazines would have their faces plastered on the cover tomorrow, she ran up to him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him with everything she had in her.
When she pulled away, breathlessly, she said three words. "I love you." Preston grinned at her but Macey detected an evil glint in his eye. Before she could ask him what he was up to he replied to her confession of love. "Bullshit." Macey hit him upside the head.
"What was that?" She smiled sweetly.
"I love you too." He said before leaning back in to taste more of her cotton candy flavored lip gloss.
AN: Aw. I actually kind of like this one. : ) Kind of. Sort of. Not really. Sigh. Do you? : )
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Oh! And by the way, I got the all the different ways to say I love you and the naughty word ;) from websites so…. I don't know if they are right or not. So, if they're wrong, sorry. : (
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