Chapter 3: You Must Be Kidding
Corey's P.O.V:
Later the next day, after band practice, I decided to try and hang out with Carrie in any way possible to make this plan work. I stopped by her house to see if she was there by any chance. It just so happened that she was there! When she saw me, she said under her breath,"Oh..Riffin..why?" I simply smirked and decided to try and charm her. I put my arm around her as I walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "So, dollface, you should give me your number. Maybe I can listen to your band play sometime." As I backed away from her ear, I saw her with a shocked, flushed face. "R-R-Riffin!?" She started, "Do you know what you're doing right now?!" She shouted. I simply smiled and tilted her chin up with my fingers gently, "Hm...I do know what I'm doing,yes. All I wanna do is spend some...extra time with you." I said smoothly. She was eventually gonna melt easily like butter if I kept up the work. I got closer and closer to her lips until she shouted "F-Fine! You can have my number...Just...don't do that ever again, or I'll punch you." As she said the magic words, I got out of her face and she started writing her phone number with a pen on my wrist. "Thank you,doll." I said as I winked, "I'll catch ya later." I said as I walked out of her garage and started walking home.
As I got home I started to text the number Carrie gave me. Seeing as she hates my guts, it would be expected for her to give me a fake phone number, so the first message I texted her was "Guess who? (:" She simply replied with "...Riffin." So, yup, this was her alright. I chuckled as I thought of what to plan for us to do the next day. Should we hang out at the park? The beach? Maybe jam together? The thoughts circled my mind, but then I thought of the perfect pickup plan. It was sure to work, at least, I hope it would. I texted Carrie to expect a surprise from me soon. When? She had no idea. But I did.
The next morning, I got dressed, brushed my teeth, went down for some breakfast and then tried to think of lyrics. I sat contemplatively on the couch, staring at the notepad I held. What do girls wanna hear?... I thought of rhyming, and sweet things girls would probably dig. As I wrote and scribbled on the notepad, I felt a bit of doubt, but also a bit of courage. As I finished writing the lyrics about an hour before band practice, I ran on over to Carrie's house with my guitar and amp.
I saw her bedroom window, and set up my guitar and ampifier. I started to strum softly, the ampifier boosting the soft sounds into louder echoes. I played wistfully and started to sing, "Carrie, you're beautiful, just like rock and roll. I wanna be right there, to show you that I care. I swear you make me feel, like nothing else is real. I mean it..." She opened her window and stared at me. "R-Riffin! ...That's digusting!" She shouted. Being as stubborn as I am, I shouted back, "I won't stop unless you come down!" She rolled her eyes and shut her window. I continued to sing and strum my guitar, when Carrie opened up her front door and stormed over to me inches away from my face. "What is wrong with you?!" She shouted as she blushed. "Sorry, Carrie..I can't help how I feel." I smiled brightly. She looked at me with her anger fading, "Okay,look. I don't like you. I hate you. And THIS," she pointed at me and her as she continued,"is never gonna happen!" I pouted as she said the word "never." Normally I wouldn't act like this with any girl. And no, I don't mean acting upset, I mean acting like a huge flirt trying to win a girl over. It's not exactly me, and it wasn't exactly working. I had to tone down the flirting if I wanted this to work.
"Alright, Carrie," I started, still pouting looking away from her,"I'll quit the act. Just...please go out with me." As she heard the words 'please go out with me,' she blushed. "Uhm..." She looked away, "Fine... But if this is the worst date of my life, I'll get you back for it." I smiled as she turned and walked back into her house. "Perfect." I said to myself and smirked as I walked away, "Just..perfect."
