AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW
I'm still kind of confused about Dez and Trish but I have to focus on seeing Ally for lunch today. I'm getting dressed and I can't decide between white jeans with a purple top and white vest, or black jeans with a white tank and blue dress shirt over it.
I contemplate for a few moments and finally decide on the black jeans with a white tank and blue dress shirt. After I get dressed, I brush my teeth and brush my hair with a swift shake at the end so it looks appropriately messy. I put on my high tops and grab my wallet to leave.
I'm on my way there and stop periodically in the mall mirrors to make sure I look okay.
ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW
I'm really nervous. Getting dressed while nervous is such a hassle. I decide on my pale orange silk shirt my mom sent me from Africa because I know that orange is Austin's favourite colour. I put on a pair of white skinny jeans because I assume Austin's wearing black and I don't want to awkwardly look the same. I brush my hair out after it's dry from the highlighting it again and I put on a little mascara like every morning. My teeth are already brushed and I search my closet for shoes, settling on white sandals.
I hope this goes well.
I walk out of the practise room and run downstairs do tidy up before I leave.
As I'm cleaning the counter I straighten up to fix the kink in my back and turn around, face-slamming Austin's chest. I stumble backwards and he catches me. He smiles.
He ever-so-softly moves a strand of hair from my face and looks at me with longing eyes. I laugh and hug him.
"You like nice," I say, smiling.
"Thank you," he replies. "So do you. I love orange on you." He grabs my hand and spins me around. Suddenly we're dancing to no music, but I love it. I'm laughing and trying to catch me breath. He spins me once more and I almost spin into the counter but I brace myself and stop. "Whoops," he says. "Sorry, you ok?"
"Yeah," I assure him, I didn't hit anything.
He smiles and says "good".
"Where do you want to eat," I ask him. "There are so many places."
"Let's go where we always go," he says. "You can have a hamburger with pickles on it and I'll some pancakes with extra syrup." He grins.
"Okay," I agree, excited.
AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW
We're sitting there together at a small, 2-person table, eating and talking and laughing.
She's so pretty, I think to myself. I can't believe it took me so long to realize I liked her. Loved her, even. I mentally scold myself.
But this is nice, and it's better late than never.
"Yeah," she said. "So that's how my dad bought Sonic Boom." I laugh. I was paying attention, honest. Up until that last thought. But she was telling me about why they own Sonic Boom when it was initially opened in 1913. Apparently when she was little she told her dad that she wanted to work at a music store with instruments and when he was a little sick he went to a seminar on how to open a store. Eventually, he accidentally bought a timeshare in the store and paid it off. It worked out well in the long run, but that's where the magic began and all its glory.
"I'm glad he did," I say, still laughing.
"Me, too," she agrees.
We continue eating in silence. But not the awkward silence thing you get in school. Silence you get as a couple while you sit and appreciate each other's company. I look at her eyes while she's looking out at the view of Miami. I get lost there, I think, because I eventually spill maple syrup on my shirt. Oops. "Agh," I groan. I start wiping it off and she laughs as she hands me her extra napkins.
As we're cleaning me up, we hear it at the same time: Trish and Dez, about 20 yards away, laughing together.
