FINAL DESTINATION!!!!!!! What? That didn't scare you? Why? Fine, I have something better! Much better! You won't review, right? "Right!" -says mice that magically appear- Then if you don't want all of the characters to fly off of a roller coaster and meet an untimely demise, then, I will be forced to go sesame street on all of you! ALL OF YOU! I will leave it at that, not because I have nowhere to go with this, which I do, but because I don't want you to have nasty dreams about it. Okay? Okay. This is me. Being nice. DON' GET USED TO IT! Muahahhahahaha!
Seth's face drained any color that was left. I could tell it was hard enough for him to admit it inadvertently, much less actually saying the words, I like you. "You knew?"
I had two options at this point: Lie and make him feel better? Well, technically, it's not lying; I'm just saying what's right. Tell him that I knew all along and I just wanted him to say it so I could get the satisfaction for myself, MUAHAHAHA! "Would you rather I scream and squeal like a little girl and hop up and down, hoping someone caught it on video so I can replay it later in my secret lair dedicated to you?" Alright, yeah, the camera part was true, but the other stuff is so far off maybe he won't think that deeply. So…no lying, right?
My answer would have been unexpected for anyone, let alone a clam that is semi opened. "Um…is this a trick question?"
"I don't know, is it?" I raised my right eyebrow, the only one talented enough to do that.
"Yes?"
"No."
"Was that a trick question?"
"Was it?"
"No?"
I laughed at his curiosity and childishness, "Can you put a period on the end of something?"
I caught my error, but not before Seth did, too. "Can you?"
"Yes." MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I WIN! A small victory for me.
Seth sensed my in-head reaction to the one word answer. He had to have a comeback. He had to. Bring it….He looked around for something or someone to "accidentally" hide the fact we were still alone and we were carrying on a relatively normal and fun conversation. His friends probably thought Seth had the idea girls had cooties. "Hey…Alice?"
A little figure bounded across the breezeway, clearly uninterested in anything that had to do with us, but Seth couldn't let it go. "Um…do I know you?"
Seth was a little shocked at this response. He wasn't popular to begin with. It wasn't Alice's fault, Seth never really got out of his little group of WaffleLand supporters to begin with, so his…social outlook wasn't the highest. "Yeah, I just called you Alice, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but I don't know you. How do you know me?" She was now standing her ground in front of us. She had a short black dress on with three-quarter sleeves and a scoop neck. The skirt flared out at her knees and twirled exactly when she did. Alice had a small figure, but if that came up to me in a dark alley, I wouldn't mess with her.
"How do you not know me?" Seth questioned, thinking he had won.
Oh, this is far from over. You're in for it now. I silently laughed to myself.
"I know people by clothes. Hey, Misty. She has a style, and I happen to like it, too."
"Thank you," I smiled and nodded, casually looking down at my outfit, but not seeming she was the only person who thinks I look good.
Alice continued, "You don't really have a style. …Sorry." She bounded off into the direction she was headed to begin with.
"Oh!" I put my hand on the top of my mouth and said the deep burn to the people who surrounded us, which was no one, but I did it like someone was there. It had the same affect.
Seth's mouth subconsciously pouted out in a confused and slightly ashamed slash mad look. Aww, it's so cute! Stop it! He's had more of a reaction to Alice than to you. Has not! He admitted he likes me! He said his answer was yes, which could mean he said yes to wanting hotdogs for dinner, not…what you think. Yes it is! He like—"I have a style," Seth interrupted my thoughts.
Dangit, I was talking to myself! Do you mind? Well, of course he doesn't mind, he doesn't know you do this. His reply wasn't much of something I could give a solid response to, "Sure." Sure? SURE?! That was really reassuring, Misty!
"I don't? How do you not have a 'style?'" This was really beginning to bother him, which was kind of funny, but if this were happening to a girl of the same age, it would be considered a mid-life crisis and absolutely devastating to life as we know it. Meteors would begin to fall from the sky, Earth would collide with the Moon, the black plague would erupt again, and Jesse McCartney would lose his voice. AKA, the world would end. I didn't expect Seth to have that same response, but I had to be prepared for anything. I didn't expect him to know what a 'style' was, but that happened. Deep breaths.
"You have a style—"
"What is it?"
"It's…It's…Seth-ish?"
Seth hung his head down further toward his lap, "See, you can't even think of anything. I'm a lost cause! The black plague will come back! The Earth will collide with the Moon! Megan Fox will be..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, making me come closer, "ugly!" he clamped his hand over his mouth as soon as the words came out.
"You just created a new style. Seth-ish! Give me a label and it will be an instant success."
"Don't bother."
"Why?"
"Because," he pouted.
Wow, this is really getting to him….
Seth shot his head up, obviously with an idea, "What?" I asked, wondering how his mood could change like a twelve year old girl. I wish I could say that out loud….he he.
"Let's go…SHOPPING!"
Me? Him? Shopping? Together? For him? But the look on his face…it's all…Seth-ish.
Yep. Yep. Yep. -points down- Go there. Look, the button's all red and shiny, and telling you NOT to push it. But, us, being the nosy humans/vampires/werewolves we are, can't resist...DO IT! -says peanut- hehe.
