Me: Mmhmm. Don't kill me, please. Because after this chapter you will really want to.
Maya: Yup. Also, I watched the Hunger Games trailer again. Where the hell is Madge?
Me: So true. Oh, WTFnick? I finished Mockingjay in one shot. No worries ;)
Maya: Don't own MR, don't sue the girl that is not JP. Also, she doesn't own McDonalds. Duh.
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As if Gazzy being on Nick's side wasn't enough, life decided to play a trick on me again.
"Hey, Max. It's me, Sam. From that time?"
Sam? Why was he calling me? Oh, wait. The umbrella. Right.
"Yup. And my umbrella...?"
"About that. I'll return your umbrella, of course," he gave a little cough. "Do you wanna, you know, hang out? Like, eat dinner or something?"
I blinked. What? "I guess. Okay." I didn't have anything on tonight, anyway.
He laughed nervously. "'Kay. So, I'll meet you at McDonald's? At seven?"
"McDonalds, cool. See you there. Bye."
"Bye."
Well, that was weird.
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Telling Mom that I was going to McDonalds was awkward, considering the fact the she acted as if I was dating Sam. Come on. I just met him like, I don't know, three days ago? And I've only talked to him once!
"No, Mom, I am not dating," I repeated myself. She just wouldn't take no for an answer, would she? "He just wants to return my umbrella."
"Right, right." She sighed. "Take care of yourself, though, Max."
I nodded. Mom really could get overprotective sometimes.
Gazzy huffed. "Can't believe Max got a date. She isn't even pretty!" Huh. Thanks for that boost of self-esteem, Gaz.
I don't even bother correcting him. He's almost as stubborn as I am. That's probably how he has all his bombs. He's too stubborn to throw them away, even after they almost blew up his room.
Anyway, I decided not to tell Ella and Nudge about this non-date. They'll probably freak out and make me wear a freaking dress to McDonalds. Yes, they're girly like that, but I still love them. Just not their fashion sense.
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I looked at the clock. It was 6.40pm. It only takes me five minutes to walk there, but there are practically no seats available when you go to McDonalds for either breakfast or dinner. So, better be early.
I settled for my dark blue hoodie, jeans and purple converse. Not that you people care anyway.
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McDonalds smells like heaven. The smell is second only to Mom's handmade cookies.
I look around for Sam, and I see him in the corner of the room, waving at me.
"Hey," I greeted as I plopped down on a chair opposite him.
He nodded. "Here's your umbrella," he passed the red-and-white umbrella to me, and smiled. "Thanks for coming."
I shrugged indifferently.
Our 'dinner' (cue air quotes) consisted of a Fish'n'Fillet burger, a 3/4 pound McBurger, 2 medium cokes, curly shaker fries, and to top it all off: a blueberry cheesecake. Guess who took the 3/4 pound burger, the coke, curly fries and the cheesecake?
"Wow, you eat a lot." Sam laughed.
"Thanks for the compliment," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I took another bite of the cheesecake as Sam sipped his coke.
"Erm, do you want to, like, go walk around the park or something? It's only eight," he suggested nervously. Wait, nervously? What's with him?
"Guess so."
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I felt the cool breeze hit my face, and I smiled contentedly. I looked at Sam, and found that he was staring at me. Seriously, what is with him?
He turned back instantly once I looked at him.
Even though it was already dark, there were some people, mostly 5-to-6-year-olds playing there.
We sat on a bench, and since we knew practically nothing about each other, Sam and I started talking.
"What's your full name?"
"Samuel William Holden. Yours?"
"Maxie Clare Martinez. Don't laugh."
He covered his mouth, trying hard not to laugh. He removed his hand. "Fine. Age? Mine's 15."
"Same."
"Wanna hang out some other time?"
"I don't see why not. You're nice, I guess."
"..." Awkward silence.
"..." Cue even more awkward silence.
"So, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, not looking at me. "I don't. Have a girlfriend, I mean." Sam whispered the last sentence, sounding oddly sad.
"Mmm...no," I said, distracted by two kids taking turns on the slide.
"Oh," he murmured softly.
I looked at him, and was kinda taken aback to see him staring at me, longingness swirling in his eyes. What the hell?
"Wha—"
All hell broke loose, or at least, in my head, when he crashed his lips to mine.
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Me: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME PLEASE I FRIGGIN' BEG YOU. SORRY ABOUT SAX AND THE SHORTNESS OF THIS CHAPPIE.
Maya: There will be Sax though, it's inevitable.
Me: *nods* I hate writing this chapter. NOT FAX = I DON'T LIKE. So, hopefully there'll be letters next chapter.
Maya: Depends on the number of reviews. *hint hint*
Oh, screw the hints.
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