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Kim POV"Jared focus!" Paul reprimanded, Jared turned back unwillingly. "With KIM?"
"Hey man! Be cool." Jared said darkly and defensively. I broke out of the confused trance I had been in and cleared my throat loudly. Jared turned back to me and I blushed even deeper. "Hey…Kim."
"Um…y-yeah Jared?" I stuttered, I hadn't realized he knew my name, and he gasped. "Are you like, completely okay?"
"Yeah it's just, it's nothing really." He looked at me a moment before continuing. "So…are you excited, for the trip I mean?"
"Oh yeah, A whole day of science, thrilling." I muttered sarcastically and he laughed, I was struck again by just how beautiful his laughter really was. It was strange after that I was able to talk to him without stuttering; I just felt so…at ease with him. It was strange but I liked it. Though I couldn't fathom why he was suddenly talking to me I decided to save thoughts like that for later.
"So what classes do you like?"
"Art."
"And…? Is that it just art? I thought you were like mega brilliant." I blushed at his comment.
"English is okay but I just really love art. And I'm not really all that bright." I looked down at my high tops and began shuffling my feet.
"I think you are." He said his voice almost stern and kind of… upset? "Why do you think you aren't?"
"I spend a lot of time studying. I don't, like, have a photographic memory, and it doesn't come easy to me. I'm just average…that's all."
"Well I think you are above average." He said it like that settled things.
"Alright then, what classes do you like?" I countered. Jared scrunched up his face in distaste.
"Okay I guess I see your point." I laughed at his comment and he beamed. "What is your favorite color?"
I raised my eyebrow in confusion but when I saw he was serious I answered his question. "Dark brown. What is your third favorite color?" He laughed bemusedly.
"Third favorite? What the first and second aren't important?"
"Apparently not. So just answer the question!"
"Blue, my first favorite is green, incase you were going to ask that too." I blushed and looked away from Jared's intense stare; he cupped my chin and looked straight into my green eyes- they had been the cause of so many 'milk man jokes' seeing as both my parents had dark brown eyes but I was just a sport when it came to eye color – his gaze causing me to blush even darker. "Red is my second favorite." He grinned.
Quickly changing the subject I asked him what his hobbies were. And we spent the remainder of the bus ride like that, quizzing each other about the most inconsequential aspects of our lives. It was amazing. When we got to the museum I went to split ways with Jared seeing as Liza was my 'buddy' for the trip but she just shook her head at me and ended up with Paul as her partner.
Jared and I spent the morning wandering around behind the tour guide. A little after lunch we had and hour and a half before we had to get back on the bus so Jared and I just walked around the museum not really paying attention or talking. It was then that Jared's hand brushed mine and I looked over to see a tint of pink coloring his cheeks. I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back at me and smiled.
I am pretty sure this was the best day of my life.