Oh, Evan..
Disclaimer: For the hundredth time, I am no "expert author", I'm just an amateur writer on Fanfiction.
"Why do you keep on staring at me like that?" I asked Evan as we walked down the Tunnel of Love.
This may seem like we're dating, but we're not. We're just friends that happens to come to the fair together, and want to get some peace and quiet in the Tunnel of Love.
"Well..." Evan started.
"Well what?" I asked, stopping to face him.
"Well, I think you're extremely pretty," he said, avoiding my gaze. A hand flew to his forehead, and his face grew terribly red. He started muttering something along the lines of 'I'm such a dork'.
"Oldest line in the book," I said nonchalantly as I started walking again.
"I really mean it, Amy, you look amazing," he said gently, with that look that means he's completely and utterly honest.
"Okay... I'm listening," I said, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"You're sweet, kind, caring and amazing, and I really do like you," he said, gaining confidence with each word he said.
"Thanks," I replied, now fully grinning. I could bet a hundred dollars my face was as red as his by now. "You're one of the sweetest guys I've ever met, you know, and I guess I like you too."
His face shone as I said my last sentence. I really did like him. He wasn't so bad looking, heck, he was handsome to me even though some people might beg to differ because of his 'social status' as a dork. I like Evan, and I guess that's just it, end of story.
I decided to be a little spontaneous and kiss him on the spot. To say he was baffled was an understatement. When we broke off the kiss, his face was tomato red, and he was giving me a look that said 'pinch me, I'm dreaming'. No matter how cliche that sounds, it was true, he didn't seem like he believed I just kissed him.
I started to walk down the tunnel again, leaving him behind, frozen from the kiss.
"Wow..." he breathed, as he caught up with me. He sounded as if he was in some sort of trance.
"I know, judging by the look on your face," I giggled. I just gave myself a mental facepalm for giggling... Amy Cahill does not giggle!
I mimicked his expression when he was in his dream-like state, and he groaned, "Oh, please tell me I did not look like that!"
"Sorry Evan, no luck there," I laughed.
He took his palm away from his face and stared at me, then he joined in and laughed like there was no tomorrow with me.
When we finally got a hold of ourselves, he asked me, "hey Amy, umm... You said you liked me too... So.. Uh... Um... How do I say this? Umm... Would you like to go on a d-date with me?"
His face was red all over, and I couldn't help but laugh at his adorableness. "I would love to Ev, pick me up at seven on Saturday."
"Okay," he replied, grinning so wide, it hurts to like at his lips.
Oh, Evan...