CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, when Aimee woke up, Scott was still asleep. She changed in her room and walked out. She looked at Scott sleeping on the couch like a baby. "He's so cute." she thought grabbing a blanket and pulling it over him. She crouched down next to his head, just starring at him for no apparent reason. She started to lean in for a kiss, barely knowing what she was doing. Scott slowly opened his eyes. His lips barely a centimeter away from Aimee's.
"Aimee, what are you doing?" he asked tiredly.
"I, uh, I don't know..."she said, which she didn't. "I, um, I, I gotta get to work." she quickly got up, grabbed her coat, keys and bag, and left, leaving Scott lying there barely knowing what just happened.
Outside, Aimee got into her car. She was so daised and so confused, she almost got herself into a car crash, snapping out of her thoughts by a mob of people yelling and cursing at her.Luckily, her car was only left with a few scratches. She tried hard to focus more on driving than on her thoughts, she finally got to the mall, where she works at the Gap.
Scott had gotten up, still confused about what had happened a little earlier before.He went into his apartment to change and eat and all that. By noon he was in his car on his way to the Gap. When he got there, Aimee was standing there with a pile of shirts. Though Scott didn't know, she was deep in thought thinking about him-and her-and how she could have fallen in love with him. The only thing that was in Scott's mind at the time was that she was probably supposed to fold the shirts-not stare at them. Scott quietly walked over to her.
"Hey." said Scott, snapping Aimee out of her thoughts.
"Um, Scott, I'm really busy right now..." said Aimee
"Doesn't seem like that to me." replied Scott
"Well I am." said Aimee, starting to fold the shirts.
"I gotta talk to you, Aimee." said Scott.
"Today's not the day." replied Aimee, not wanting to talk to him, she still had a lot to sort out.
"What about your break?" he asked.
"I, uh, I'm meeting someone for lunch." she lied.
"What about after work?" he asked.
"Well, I, uh, I'm working a little later today and I, uh, I have to get the scratches on my car repainted." she said.
"What? What scratches?" he asked.
"I almost kind of got into an accident when I was driving to work today, but, uh, I'm not gonna get into it right now." she replied.
"Ok, but I need to talk to you, I don't care how late you'll be home, we need to talk." he said.
"But, it'll be really late, like...really late."
"The mall closes at 10:00."
"Yea, but, I have to wait for them to finish my car-to get home."
"I'll pick you up, you can pick up your car tomorrow."
"Look Scott, can't we just talk some other time?"
Scott sighed, "Your not gonna give up are you?" Jessica shook her head, No. "Fine." Scott sighed again. "I'll see you later."
"Uh, yea." Aimee replied. Scott walked out of the store. Aimee stood there still daised and confused, like she was for the rest of the day. Her manager, Ms. Wong, saw how Aimee went in and out of her thoughts.
"Why don't you go home, honey." said. Ms. Wong with her sweet, Chinese, accent.
"Oh no, I couldn't, Ms. Wong, there' so much work left to be done and today's a busy day-"
"I think there's plenty of help here today," said Ms. Wong, cutting her off. "I don't know what your problem is, Aimee, but whatever it is, it's probably important, you go home, think about, come back when your ready."
"Well, uh, are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, go."
"Thanks-a lot," said Aimee, relieved. "I'll pay you back, I'll work double shifts next time."
"It's ok, no problem." said Ms.Wong.
"Thanks, bye!" said Aimee walking out of the store. She decided to go to the food court and sit down. she didn't want to get into another accident of any sort. She got to the food court and sat down at a table. And she thought, she thought for a long time, she thought until the mall closed. She didn't want to go home for the slight chance Scott would see her. She thought true a lot of things, not to a conclusion, but enough for now. She drove her car to get painted like she said she would. She got to her apartment building, she quietly walked to her apartment so Scott wouldn't hear her. She slowly opened her door and walked in. She knew tomorrow would be a complicated day, she didn't want to think about it. She took a shower, ate, and watched t.v until she fell asleep.
The next morning, when Aimee woke up, Scott was still asleep. She changed in her room and walked out. She looked at Scott sleeping on the couch like a baby. "He's so cute." she thought grabbing a blanket and pulling it over him. She crouched down next to his head, just starring at him for no apparent reason. She started to lean in for a kiss, barely knowing what she was doing. Scott slowly opened his eyes. His lips barely a centimeter away from Aimee's.
"Aimee, what are you doing?" he asked tiredly.
"I, uh, I don't know..."she said, which she didn't. "I, um, I, I gotta get to work." she quickly got up, grabbed her coat, keys and bag, and left, leaving Scott lying there barely knowing what just happened.
Outside, Aimee got into her car. She was so daised and so confused, she almost got herself into a car crash, snapping out of her thoughts by a mob of people yelling and cursing at her.Luckily, her car was only left with a few scratches. She tried hard to focus more on driving than on her thoughts, she finally got to the mall, where she works at the Gap.
Scott had gotten up, still confused about what had happened a little earlier before.He went into his apartment to change and eat and all that. By noon he was in his car on his way to the Gap. When he got there, Aimee was standing there with a pile of shirts. Though Scott didn't know, she was deep in thought thinking about him-and her-and how she could have fallen in love with him. The only thing that was in Scott's mind at the time was that she was probably supposed to fold the shirts-not stare at them. Scott quietly walked over to her.
"Hey." said Scott, snapping Aimee out of her thoughts.
"Um, Scott, I'm really busy right now..." said Aimee
"Doesn't seem like that to me." replied Scott
"Well I am." said Aimee, starting to fold the shirts.
"I gotta talk to you, Aimee." said Scott.
"Today's not the day." replied Aimee, not wanting to talk to him, she still had a lot to sort out.
"What about your break?" he asked.
"I, uh, I'm meeting someone for lunch." she lied.
"What about after work?" he asked.
"Well, I, uh, I'm working a little later today and I, uh, I have to get the scratches on my car repainted." she said.
"What? What scratches?" he asked.
"I almost kind of got into an accident when I was driving to work today, but, uh, I'm not gonna get into it right now." she replied.
"Ok, but I need to talk to you, I don't care how late you'll be home, we need to talk." he said.
"But, it'll be really late, like...really late."
"The mall closes at 10:00."
"Yea, but, I have to wait for them to finish my car-to get home."
"I'll pick you up, you can pick up your car tomorrow."
"Look Scott, can't we just talk some other time?"
Scott sighed, "Your not gonna give up are you?" Jessica shook her head, No. "Fine." Scott sighed again. "I'll see you later."
"Uh, yea." Aimee replied. Scott walked out of the store. Aimee stood there still daised and confused, like she was for the rest of the day. Her manager, Ms. Wong, saw how Aimee went in and out of her thoughts.
"Why don't you go home, honey." said. Ms. Wong with her sweet, Chinese, accent.
"Oh no, I couldn't, Ms. Wong, there' so much work left to be done and today's a busy day-"
"I think there's plenty of help here today," said Ms. Wong, cutting her off. "I don't know what your problem is, Aimee, but whatever it is, it's probably important, you go home, think about, come back when your ready."
"Well, uh, are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, go."
"Thanks-a lot," said Aimee, relieved. "I'll pay you back, I'll work double shifts next time."
"It's ok, no problem." said Ms.Wong.
"Thanks, bye!" said Aimee walking out of the store. She decided to go to the food court and sit down. she didn't want to get into another accident of any sort. She got to the food court and sat down at a table. And she thought, she thought for a long time, she thought until the mall closed. She didn't want to go home for the slight chance Scott would see her. She thought true a lot of things, not to a conclusion, but enough for now. She drove her car to get painted like she said she would. She got to her apartment building, she quietly walked to her apartment so Scott wouldn't hear her. She slowly opened her door and walked in. She knew tomorrow would be a complicated day, she didn't want to think about it. She took a shower, ate, and watched t.v until she fell asleep.