Making Waves 2

Summer ()

I wanted to ask him out. Badly. But I look so trashy. I wear too much makeup, heavy eyeliner, dark shoes…I'm a basic kick-butt girl. And I like moose or meese or whatever the plural for moose is. I'm like the ultimante form of weirdo. So he'd never be into me. I trudged to the longue and sulked.

Pooffoop1

"Sasomei?" I looked at her shyly. I was going to do it. I was going to ask her out.

"Yeah?" she looked up eyes widening.

That was weird. She seemed brighter than she had been. But she couldn't have been sulking…right?

Summer ()

My eyes widened at his words.

"Will you go out with me?"

I nodded, the words stuck in my throat.

"Yes!" he yelled suddenly, tumping over in his chair. Very graceful, right?

I laughed with the rest of the crowd. Well, okay, it was a little mean. But hey. It was still funny.

When he left, I squeezed out to go to my room. I wrestled with my hair and finally got into a green t-shirt and blue tights. Now I just had to get through one meal without looking like a ding dong.

But how would I do that, exactly?