Natural Highs
God. Eating should be a sport. I just horked down two sandwiches while typing with one hand during the last chapter. I'm such a pig.
Disclaimer: Old man who's made a fortune off his writing ≠ teenage girl who fails at life.
Chapter 25: Making Eye Contact with a Cute Stranger
"C'mon, Nudge, we gotta get home!" Ella called from down the road.
"Coming!" Nudge yelled back; she had gotten distracted by a certain gorgeous specimen across the road and had dropped the groceries she was carrying.
As the sun set in the distance, Long, Dark and Handsome crossed the street, having reached the crosswalk at the corner.
"Hey, Ella," Nudge grabbed her pseudo-sister's arm, "you see that hottie over there?"
"Where? I don't see him," Ella confessed, craning her neck to look for him. By that point the boy had made a complete U-turn, and was now walking their way. Ella squinted into the setting sun.
Crap, Nudge thought. I forgot regular people have weak vision.
Nudge whirled Ella around; she was staring blatantly at the boy, even though she didn't know it. Ella blinked rapidly a few times, and The Boy Walked Past.
"Hey," Nudge heard from beside her; she whirled, dropping Ella, who she'd had a firm grip on. The boy was strolling past, and had just greeted her!
"Heeeeeeey," she drawled wistfully upon seeing his dimples, and the stranger smiled, though he kept walking.
"I take it that was him," Ella commented, looking with Nudge after the boy they'd never see again. Nudge nodded dumbly.
Boy-crazy Nudge. Always dependable.