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iHave Had Better
-or-
iAm Nice
My date with Paul was… nice.
He was nice, and the dinner was nice, and I was nice.
I was… happy, I guess you could say. We left the Groovy Smoothie and I was on cloud nine. Then, he reached for my hand. I, being nice, let him take it. I mean, what's so bad about holding hands?
That was before I realized that his hand fit weirdly in mine. I mean, I've held hands the same way with Carly before, with your fingers interlocked, but his felt different.
I looked down to see if our hands were laced the right way. My pinkie felt like it was protruding at an odd angle, but when I checked, it looked normal. It's like all my fingers were in the right place, but my little, pinkie finger was sticking out too far from the rest of them. I tried to adjust my hand, but to no success. Paul just gripped it tighter as we rounded another street corner, the restaurant coming into view. Paul looked over and flashed me a smile. I, being nice, smiled back.
I was never happier to let go of anyone's hand. Not even when Fredweina uncuffed me and Gibby (although we were in no way holding hands, it was close enough for me).
We ate and talked, like good buds. That's what the whole 'date' felt like. A couple of buds hanging out - even though one of them is wearing a awkward and annoying skirt.
Maybe that's why it was so weird when he kissed me good night in front of Carly's door. I, being nice, kissed back. I couldn't help but get a strange feeling as I opened my eyes afterwards and eyed Freddie's door across the hall.
Paul left, but I stayed out in the hallway, looking at Freddie's door. Did I just see something move on the other side of that peephole? I shook my head with annoyance and banged my hand on the door. There was a faint 'ow!' and the door opened.
"Why were you waiting for me to get home, Fredward?" I asked, a sharp edge in my voice. Freddie looked scared. Good.
"I-I wasn't!" He spat out. I smirked.
"Really?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"So, how was your date?" He asked me, avoiding the previous topic.
"It was nice," I said, my voice raising an octave. Freddie raised and eyebrow.
"It sucked, didn't it?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
Freddie smirked. "Then why'd you let him kiss you?" he asked like and interrogator. I frowned.
"And you were trying to tell me that you weren't spying?" His smile dropped.
"Err… Just answer my question!" He finally let out.
The corner of my lip twitched up at his scrambling. He was so spying on me.
"I don't know. I was trying to be nice," I mumbled. His smirk returned.
"You being nice?" He said with fake astonishment. I stuck my tongue out at him. "So, how was the kiss?"
"Not the best I've had," I said without thinking. My eyes widened with shock when I realized what I said. I looked at Freddie, and he had a smug look in his eyes.
"Is that so?" He said, taking a few steps backward and into his apartment. "Goodnight, Samantha," And with that, he closed the door and left me gawking in the hallway.
Gah, I've this one stewing in my head for days, and I just had to get this out! The hand thing is actually from a personal expiriance. :P Not the funest date of my life.
I got a few reviews on my drabbles saying that they were, "short" and "kind of pointless", and I just wanted to clear some stuff up, incase you aren't sure what a drabble is. Drabbles are supposed to be short. They are a lot like oneshots, only instead of a thought-out short story, it's just a few ideas. They aren't supposed to string together in any way, and the point is that they are pointless. Just small little blurbs of ideas, or ideas that I like, but that I can't make any longer than a drabble. If your problem is with the way I write, and not with the form of drabbles, then don't wast time typing. I don't mean to be rude, but my style is the way it is, and will always be; descriptive and a bit quirky. That's the way I like it.
So please, enjoy my drabbles and review with your thoughts. :)
-Freak-a-Dee