Falling for Prongs
It was getting to the point that I couldn't keep on pretending that I didn't have feelings for James. Besides, he had been growing up well. He was turning out to be much less of a bully than I'd though. So the next time I ran into him, I decided to respond well to see what happened.
"You look cute today, Evans," he said.
"Thanks, James," I answered. "You're not looking so bad yourself."
All right, his ego probably didn't need to be stroked more than it had been, but that just came out.
"Really?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I mean it. I've always thought so, but I figured you heard it from enough people."
"I actually don't hear much about my looks." James rolled his eyes. "It's not a guy thing."
There really wasn't much that I could respond to that last statement so I just said "Yeah."
"Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date sometime." James smiled hopefully.
"You're always wondering that, but I'll say yes this time."
James looked about ready to jump up and down.
"You've made me the happiest guy ever," he said.
"That's very sweet of you," I had to tell him. "It's not every day I get the chance to hear that."
Not that I heard it a lot afterward, but James and I did become an item. And he was more of a gentleman than I would have thought possible from seeing him during his preteen years.
