Gill POV
I sat at my desk, the day is almost over. I let out a sigh, once work ended I really had nothing to do. I heard Elli getting up.
"Uh… Gill, it's time to close." Elli stated, she lightly tapped my shoulder.
"I know." I sighed lazily as I stood up.
We headed out the door, I kept all of my work papers in a manila folder, which I held in my hands. Of course I've made copies of all of the papers; they're in a second folder in City Hall. Elli and I split paths; I could clearly see my house. My home is by far the grandest and largest house on this island. I was fine until someone bumped into me. I slipped and my folder flew out of my hands. I looked over in dismay to see the papers spewed across a puddle of mud.
"Oops sorry!"A voice exclaimed.
I looked up, Luke the fool of a carpenter stood in front of me. He reached down and grabbed my elbow; he pulled me to my feet.
"Next time watch where your going." I huffed.
"Sorry, but you ran into me." Luke laughed; he cocked his head to the side.
"Humph!" I snorted as I spun on my heels.
"Wait!" he exclaimed.
A felt a gloved hand grab my wrist. I turned to face him; I jutted my chin out as I yanked my wrist away.
"You're so snobby, you know that right?" Luke laughed, he ruffled my hair.
I think I hate him.
"I'm not snobby. I'm sophisticated; I walk and talk with poise and elegance." I huffed back.
"I'm not snobby. I like to make people miserable; I walk and talk with arrogance and cruelty." Luke mocked with a high-pitched giggle.
That's it! I slapped him.
"Don't insult me!" I snapped.
"Uh… that didn't hurt…" Luke muttered as he stifled a laugh.
I smacked him again, he started cracking up.
"Gill, I can't really feel that."
I lifted my hand to slap him again. He grabbed my hand, which he held in his own.
"If I wanted to I could easily fight you, and win. But Gilly that would be mean!" Luke teased.
He had a point, he was about a full forehead taller than me, not mention that he was quite muscular whereas I'm rather uh… lean or, um, scrawny.
"Don't call me that!" I huffed angrily.
I realized that he was still holding my hand. I suddenly became aware that I liked the feel of the soft leather against my palm; I felt my face grow hot.
"You okay, Gilly?" Luke asked titling his head.
"Don't call me that." I snapped tugging my hand away.
"Whatever you say, Gilly. That's an awesome nickname, if only I had a cool nickname like that…" Luke muttered, he was sort of pouting.
I felt myself smile he looked funny pouting.
"Excuse me but I really need to, uh… go." I muttered as I turned away, I hate Luke.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Gilly!" Luke hollered, I turned around to see him waving.
I shook my head as I headed to my house. I wanted to keep thinking about how much I hated him but all I seem to be able to think about is how much I liked my hand being held by his. Which sort of creeps me out so… I'm going to go with the whole 'I hate Luke so much!' thing instead. I headed upstairs to my room; I quickly changed into my pajamas. I personally think a boy sleeping in his underwear is quite disgusting, I mean does a girl do that, no. that's why I chose to sleep in pajamas over boxers. Plus I don't like taking my shirt off more than necessary since I'm not exactly muscular. I laid down on my bed as I hastily pulled the red comforter up. I closed my eyes; it's strange that I'm thinking of Luke… though I'm not gay, no way. No not me… am I? I opened my eyes slowly, sunlight blared through my window.
"Gill wake up!" I heard my father calling.
I groggily sat up, I yawned as I stood up. I looked in the mirror, my hair was a mess. I looked quite humorous in my light purple pajamas with my messy hair. I headed slowly down the stairs, my father stood in the kitchen, he was trying to cook.
"Good morning sunshine!" My father laughed as he started humming.
I let out a groan as I flopped in a chair. I'm not a morning person.
"So how was work last night?" My father asked as he set a glass of tomato juice and an omelet in front of me.
"I think you already know." I muttered taking a sip of the juice.
"Of course I do silly! I'm your boss!" My father laughed, he thought he was hilarious.
"Keep on cracking those jokes…" I muttered as I delicately sliced a part of the omelet off.
"So. Any new crushes?" Mt father asked leaning in.
"If there was you'd know." I replied, I slowly chewed the omelet.
"Of course I would since I'm the mayor!" My father burst out laughing again.
I groaned as I set my head on the table he was giving me a headache.
"Are you okay? I should probably be more concerned since I'm your dad and mayor!" My father laughed.
I stood up; I can't stand him right now. I headed up stairs. I changed into a light purple button up shirt and green and blue plaid pants, I pulled my sweater vest over my head, I pulled on my navy blue socks, and I tied a red bowtie loosely around my neck. A grabbed my comb off my bureau as I carefully styled my hair, making sure that ever strand curled like it was supposed to. I headed back downstairs; my father was humming as he was cleaning dishes. I headed outside. I stopped dead, what on earth…?