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"Trina's in denial." Robbie complained, setting his tray down next to mine and sliding in to the blue plastic chair. He was holding Rex, as usual, but the puppet was uncharacteristically silent.
"Ugh, you're still on that?" I asked, referring to his obsession with the stage kiss he shared with Trina a few days ago.
When is this boy going to learn that she was just acting? Trina's so shallow and self-centered that she wouldn't notice a sweet guy like Robbie if he slapped her in the face. I'll be the first to admit that Trina's missing out on a lot. Robbie is a great guy. Something about the way he acts around you loosens you up. And he has a great sense of humor. He doesn't try to be funny most of the time, but it's hard not to be when you're carrying a dummy on your hand. Maybe it's his social awkwardness. Who knows? His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"She loves me." Robbie said, sounding very sure of himself despite his mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. I let out a sigh and put my food down.
"It was a stage kiss. She was acting!" I explained, getting louder and more frustrated the more Robbie persisted. He shook his head and swallowed before continuing his argument. Honestly, I didn't want to have to hear any more of this Trina talk. It was obvious to everyone but him that she didn't like him. Why couldn't he just move on?
"You didn't feel the kiss. A girl can't fake that kind of heat! I don't care if she tells me a thousand time that it didn't mean anything-" And here is where I did one of those really-stupid-spur-of-the-moment things that I regret soon after. I threw up my arms in frustration and grabbed his face, smashing my lips to his, attempting to 'fake that kind of heat' and prove him wrong.
Yeah.
So that didn't work.
Turns out a girl really can't fake that kind of heat. Or maybe not heat. More like sparks? Connection? Dare I say it...love? Because I honestly tried to fake it, but whatever it was, it was real.
I pulled away, painfully aware of the split second that my bottom lip stuck to his, trying not to notice his brown eyes that had glazed over.
"S-see?" I tried to say firmly as a desperate attempt to cover up my emotions. I picked up my sandwich and took an awkward bite, not really wanting to get rid of his taste on my lips, but having nothing else to do. Robbie blinked.
"I want you to meet my parents."
I choked. This was not the outcome I had expected to any of this. "Robbie, it was just a kiss." I protested, trying to convince myself more than I was him. Robbie looked me in the eye and I put down the sandwich.
"Really? Because it didn't feel like just a kiss."
"Robbie, you really need to-"
"Seriously. Just come over for dinner tonight, or something. My parents won't mind." he shrugged. Oh my god was this really happening? No. I couldn't possibly go. It'd be crazy. Insane.
"Robbie, I can't just-"
"It's taco night." he interrupted. Ah, tacos. Well in that case...
"So I'll stop by around six-ish, then?"
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