December 14, 2012: A
I still hadn't asked Max out.
Ratchet keeps calling me a priss and a chick and stuff about it, telling me to be a man and ask her out, but I don't think it's…I dunno. Time yet? I'm waiting until I know she likes me.
Which is quite sensible.
I glanced at her across the track, my eyes drinking in the slight flush on her cheeks from the cold wind. Smiling slightly, I looked away again, shaking my head at myself. I couldn't say one word to the girl, but somehow, I had managed to like her so much.
My eyes slanted over to her again, of their own accord, and I saw Nudge looking at me, her eyes wide. Then she turned to Max and said something that Max ignored slightly. She continued to nudge the brunette in the side until she looked up.
She jabbed Max in the side again, and nodded towards me. I looked away, pretending to not have been a complete creeper. Ratchet jogged up beside me and snickered, turning around to face me as he passed. "Max's own personal Stalkerazzi Priss," he joked, and I rolled my eyes, punching him in the arm.
"Idiot," I grumbled, and he rolled his eyes, before glancing at her, also.
"Dude," he said, his eyebrows shooting up as he stopped jogging, nodding at Nudge and Max. "She's looking at you."
I turned my head slightly and saw that she was, indeed, staring at me, her eyes confused and slightly…hopeful?
A half-smile appeared on my lips of its own accord.
D'aw. :3 I HOPE THEY GET TOGETHER SOON!
(Sadly, as this is only a companion, WHEN is not my choice. 3: *Glares at Fluffy.* If it were, he would've grown the balls to ask her out by now.)
Iggy: I AM ALIVE, BTW.
Max: *Grumbles.* Only because a reviewer asked for it...
OH, AND PLEASE REVIEW! :D BAI NOW!
~Anna Ride