A/N: Every time I start to read a goof fanfic, I start noticing the glaring typos and I just want to go through the story and edit all of them out. You're, not your! It's, not its, there, they're, their. Ughhh, it makes me want to scream sometimes! D:
Julius and Angela had become close friends as the weeks went on, talking on the phone, giving advice, and he would give her painful facial makeovers. Angela also got an earful about his dear Candace that he hadn't confessed to yet. He should've done so years ago, and she couldn't see why he hadn't.
"Just come out with it already, Julius! I'm like, one-hundred-ten percent sure she likes you too." Angela had picked up his way of speaking and mannerisms, to her disappointment. He rolled his eyes and halted filing his fingernails.
"Angie, it's not the right time! The moment has to be perfecto. And what about you? I think you have a major crush on Gilly."
"I do not! We're hardly friends in the first place because he's so stubborn and bratty." Julius clucked his tongue and shook his head.
"Not that way I see it, dear. You walk into the Town Hall and you both stutter like ca-razy. It's not like you! And I know he has a thing for you because of the color he turns when you smile at him. Buuuuut…. That cook at the bar likes you too. He's pissy with other people but he turns into a total softie if you're around him." He rattled on about it while filing his nails. His multitasking skills were incredible. Angela's breath escaped her close lips like a popped car tire as she flopped back onto her bed.
"It's like eleven at night Julius…I'm tired big time. You need your beauty sleep, and I need mine. Could you go home please?" Angela yawned in the middle of her sentence, and was hoping it was still understandable. Julius knew she was irritable when she was tired, so he shrugged, blew her a kiss, and left.
There was no way she could like that snotty, stuck-up, stubborn boy. He did nothing but insult her and tell her to leave. She abandoned the "he's just lonely" theory long ago. Gill was a jerk, and that's all there was to it. A fairly handsome jerk, but that was his only merit. The rest of him was abso-lutely rotten. Still, she was determined to turn that frown upside down, difficult as it was. He smiled a little bit more often, but it was once in a blue moon. When he smiled, he looked… Never mind. Angela punched her pillow several times.
The following morning, Angela couldn't shake his face out of her mind no matter what she did. She tried working twice as hard to distract herself, practice cooking, but nothing worked in the slightest. Angela kicked the ground in frustration, trying to figure out how to clear her mind. She sighed, grabbed a glass of tomato juice from her fridge, and walked to the Town Hall against her own will. The pitter-patter of rain made her groan in annoyance. Julius' hair styling expertise had gone to waste. By the time she was in town, she was drenched from head to toe.
"Angie, what happened? You're drenched!" Elli jumped from her chair to grab Angela and lead her to a spare chair. Angela pointed out the window. "Oh! I'll go get you a blanket right away!" She nodded, teeth chattering and body trembling. Gill looked up at her, feeling a bit sympathetic.
"Why did you come here if it was raining, idiot?" She shot a dirty look at him and slammed the juice onto his desk. "You walked through the rain to give this to me?" He asked, surprised. Angela nodded with a pouty expression. He tilted his head slightly. "Why?" She started to answer, but was interrupted by Elli with a large towel in her arms.
"I couldn't find a blanket so I figured a towel would do. Is that okay?" Elli wrapped the red towel around the dripping Angela. "Poor dear, you're going to catch a cold! Gill is going to be worried sick about you, Angie~". Gill froze in his seat, eyes unblinking. "Isn't that right, Gilly?"
"I…well…uh..." He had no idea why he was stuttering, or why his face felt like it was getting progressively warmer. Elli was suppressing a giggle, because she already knew that he would be worried. She was well aware that he had taken a liking to Angela; she just liked embarrassing him. It's what a big sister would do, if Gill had one. Angela's hair started to dry from her vigorous towel drying method. It made her arms burn from fatigue, but the comfort of hair that wasn't soaked was well worth it. Elli pulled an umbrella out from under her desk.
"I'll walk you home, Angie, you need rest." She said as she handed her the umbrella. Angela nodded slightly and started toward the door. Elli made a heart shape with her hands and flashed it at Gill, who turned his head, still crimson. She rolled her eyes with a smile, and left with Angela.
Gill placed a hand over his heart, which was, for some reason, about to jump out of his chest. No way in hell could he like her. "She's an absolute idiot! But I can't deny that I'm happy when she comes to see me with that stupid smile that lights up the room, and her hair is an absolute mess." Words would come out the wrong way around her. His thanks sounded rude, when he actually thanked her. His sentences dripped with sarcasm. But when their hands touched by coincidence, he felt a sort of zap go through his body. He was expecting her every time the door opened, and felt a bit of disappointment when it wasn't. Gill was going insane trying to figure out what was happening to him. Asking Elli was the best idea he could think of at the moment, so he sat at his desk anxiously awaiting her return.