Tyler found himself spending more and more time with Clea in the following week than he had with anyone else in his lifetime, save his brothers. She was smart, charming, funny and not bad at all to look at, and he found that he had so much in common with her not hanging out with her is an impossibility.
At the same time, he had found that Maddie was nowhere to be seen.
The thought crossed his mind that if she like him as much as he had hoped she did a week ago she would have made a bigger effort to try and get herself forgiven. Instead, he hadn't seen her all week, the girl was avoiding him like the plague.
Whatever. Tyler thought. He didn't care about her anymore. He even admitted to himself that he had liked her, although he couldn't fathom why, and now he had moved onto bigger and better things.
"Hey Tyler!"
"Hey!"
Clea sat down infront of him in a small booth in the coffee shop where they first got to know each other. Her skin was pale and her cheeks flushed from the cold, but she had a huge grin on her face. Tyler handed her a mug of hot coffee. She took a deep breath, inhaled the strong scent and sighed contently.
"I love coffee. Thanks! So what did you want to see me for?"
"I need to ask you something."
"Ok, shoot." She took a long sip of her drink.
"Ok, well, here it goes. They throw these formal party things at Spencer each year, one for every season. And the Winter Formal is coming up next Friday…"
"I heard of that!"
"Yeah, well, I was wondering… do you want to go with me? You know, as a couple or something?"
Clea was speechless.
"Or as friends, you know, whatever…"
"I would love to go to the Winter Formal with you!" she squealed, and smiled happily. "I'll find a dress sometime this week!"
"Great!" Tyler grinned. "I can pick you up somewhere the night of… how bout at seven?"
"Sounds amazing!" She took a drink, and checked her watch. "Oh, dear, I gotta go, I have to meet with the principal about credits and stuff. I'll see you around, Tyler!"
She finished the last of her coffee, stood, and kissed Tyler on the cheek. She blushed slightly, giggled, and walked out.
Minutes later, an insanely giddy Tyler Sims skipped out of the coffee shop and finished what he thought was the greatest day of his life.
Argh. I am totally stuck. i need approx. 1 week or 2 chapters worth of filler, and i cant seem to write any of it. I'm an erratic writer, so ive written the last 10-ish chapters or so (ok, maybe not that much, but still, alot) in advance because i was feeling inspired, and now i need to connect this and that and its driving me mad. which is why this chapter is so short and the updates are taking so long. as soon as i pass over this awkward bump im going to update like CRAZY since its all already written.
just thought i should point that out, to explain.
R&R, still :)