an: disclaimed.
Buy her flowers
"Secret love, my escape, take me far, far away. Secret love, are you near, will you answer my prayer?"
Cam, dude, you know how for the past week you've been hangin' 'round Massie?
Uh, yeah, why? You don't like her do you? If you do, I could hook you guys up.
No, that's not it, but I do appreciate the offer. Maybe next year. :P However, I was thinking that maybe you should get her something.
Like?
I don't know, something that chicks dig.
"I don't know, something that chicks dig." Are you a character from a 70s show?Fonzi, perhaps?
Dude, who the hell is that? No, I'd rather be Michael J. Fox. Anyway, seriously, if you're going to get to Massie, then get her roses.
But I'm not trying to get to Massie. I mean, technically, yeah, I am, but it's 'cause I'm trying to get to Alicia.
STILL, DUDE. Get her the fucking roses. She'll fall in love with you. Then, you'll get close to Alicia. Cheat on her then.
Yeah, that's mean.
And so? This whole idea's yours. You're the one being mean in the first place. Now, look, my older sister loves it when she gets roses from her boyfriend. She gushes and she squeals, and she doesn't smack me around. Which means, you should get Massie some roses.
Really?
Really.
Okay then. But if she hates them, I'll kill you. And I don't want to get her roses. I'll get her daisies. They remind me of her.
Whatever, man. You're such a pansy.
I watched her open her locker door. The first thing she sees has to be the bouquet of roses I got her. I watch as her expression changes from happy to surprised to confused to joyful to tearful and back again to confused. She dropped her books onto the floor and seized the bouquet, nursing it like a child. She dug into the daisies for a card and she fished it out.
Her eyes flew across the card. She smiled and looked up, her eyes connecting with mine. At that moment, I felt something inside me bubble. Inside, I felt a strange sensation of content that she was happy. She smiled widely and closed her locker door, making her way to me.
Behind her, of course, was Alicia, watching Massie. Her lips were set in an "o" as she stared enviously at the flowers that Massie carried. I smiled at Massie and she shook her head, her curls bouncing.
Alicia turned on her heel and marched off, Dylan right behind her, a worried expression on her face. I stared longingly at the perkiness of Alicia's butt, wondering how on earth anyone that perfect was still in Westchester as a senior and not a Victoria's Secret model.
an: i forgot to tell you guys that in the first chapter of this, cam introduces himself as seventeen? i hope none of you guys got confused. that's because he was writing this in the present and i'm ending this story as him being 17. :D sorry for any confusion.
review, loves? and thanks for alerting(: