Dedicated to anyone who doesn't hate me for my Cody/Nate-ness.
"…but of course, they had tennis practice. And God forbid they blow that off! It wasn't even an actual practice! They just all decided to meet up at the backcourts…"
Nate nods. He was listening, really. Well, he was trying to listen. But she had just licked her lips again and that made six times already.
Not that he was counting.
"So, what're you up to this weekend?" Nate realizes he's being pulled back into the conversation and shrugs.
"Not much. Have you forgotten where we are?"
She laughs. Eight times, she's laughed in the 36 minutes they've been in there. "My dad said he could get me a day pass."
"Ah, a get out of jail free card."
"Mmm hmm," she flips a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "so, you wanna do something?" She bites her lip shyly. If he was counting (which, of course, he wasn't) he would know that's the tenth time.
"Something? Like what?"
"Like…I dunno. Grab a bite to eat…hit the mall…whatever. I mean, they're probably all gonna be in practice anyways, so…"
"Sure," he smiles.
"Okay," she lets out a little relieved sort of laugh, and if Nate didn't know any better he would guess she had been nervous about asking him. The two smile at each other and Nate pulls his chair closer to the table they're sitting at. Their knees brush lightly, and it's the third time today.
But he's not counting. He's not counting. He's not counting.
Okay, so, I'm pretty sure that there are some MAJOR tense issues with this piece, but I really like it, so I'm going to call it 'artistic license'. Deal.
Nova-Janna: I PROMISE, the next thing I write will be chapter nine of PoV!
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