Disclaimer: I actually own these characters, except their parents.
This is all written in Jeremiah's POV
"Hi, Ariana!" I squealed.
"Oh hey, Jeremiah!" Ariana said, her dip-dyed pink hair flowed down her back. She had a woollen pink cardigan from her grandmother and wore pink polka dot flats to match her pink sweater. Wow. Lots of pink here.
(Note my sarcasm.)
"So, I was wondering if-if you wa-wanted to go see the new movie on Saturday?" I managed to say out to this blonde beauty.
"Umm, okay?"
"Alright. Cool, great. See you later." I said sheepishly and walked away.
"Hey, Ari. What's wrong with Jerry Gibson?"I overheard Heidi Benson, with brown hair and brown eyes, in skinny jeans and a tank top covered by a jean vest. Most guys would say she was smoking hot, but I would say otherwise. I've known Ariana and Heidi for, forever.
"There's nothing wrong with him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to look for my pink headband, because my bangs are killing me!"
"Aw, come on, Ari! Your bangs are fine!"
"No, they are not, so back off." She hissed
"Fine, princess." I heard Heidi mumble as she stomped pass me.
Suddenly, she stopped and walked over to me, and said, "Heard you wanna date my best friend? Well, listen, Mr Dorkifier, and listen good. Adelaide and I will be looking out for you, so you better treat her right, got it?"
I nodded sheepishly, gripped in fear.
"Good," She simply sashayed away. Why did she have to be so much like Auntie Sam?
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"So, do you want popcorn? How about a hotdog? Oh wait, you're vegan. I forgot about that," I rambled, trying to avoid eye contact with her.
"Sure, but Jeremiah, your making this weird. You're not looking at me, you haven't complimented me, and you hardly talked about, us!" She whisper-shouted, air-quoting 'us'.
After that mini-argument, I stood back in shock. My mouth hung agape and I was in a loss of words.
"Look, I'm sorry. But if you want this relationship to work, you have to share your feelings with me! We've known each other since we were babies, this thing shouldn't be awkward. We could do this another time? If you want,"
"Of course, I do, and I'll promise I'll share my feelings with you."
"Good. Now, let's head home."
She took my hand in hers. It was like a match made in heaven, our hands. I gave her small smile and she blushed. We hung our heads high and felt, I don't mean to be snobbish, but awesome. Then, she pecked me on the cheek. If only it could be like this every day.
