cherry on top | {abel/mallory}
Feb 19, 2022 19:16:20 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Feb 19, 2022 19:16:20 GMT -5
I'm terrified.
I think it's a good kind of terrified, though. You know, like roller coasters and new things. I'm scared because I don't know for sure that this will work. I said that to Mom on the drive to school and she grimaced and said, "Well, sweetie, it's a bit late for that." I mean, she's right. Everything has been ordered and set in place for weeks, because that's what happens when someone with a bad attention span gets carried away. I had to beg them to fork over the cash for this- not because it was too much for them to pay, but because it was definitely too much to spend. But, whatever! I wanna get my point across, you know? We went back and forth a few times over the details- apparently my request for some sky-writing was too grandiose and there's no way in hell I can go anywhere near a jewelry counter, but I'm actually pretty happy with what we settled with.
V-Day is on a Friday this year which I guess is better than Thursday, but regardless: Ugh, school. Since Abel and I only have our first and last lessons in common, I went a bit overboard with the deliveries. Which is fine, I think. Hope? I hope. Should be fine, though. I read that grand gestures are super romantic, so I ordered 35 stuffed animals for a guy who technically hasn't asked me to be his Valentine or, I guess since we are being technical, also hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend. But, see that's the thing: he's super sweet, and he always seems interested when we're together, unless I'm just delusional, but- I...
Boys are frustrating.
I feel like I'm going to hurl as I take my new regular seat next to him in home period. He has no idea and I know the delivery men must be coming down the hall- I saw them readying up in the parking lot.
I smile at him, friendly, kind, utterly petrified. "Morning..." I say awkwardly. I open my mouth to say more and nothing comes out. Which, like: very unusual for me, if I do say so myself. I don't have a lot of time. This is crunch time, girl. Get it together.
"I'm throwing a party tonight."
No, I'm not.
"I mean, Topher Calderson is throwing a party tonight. On the beach... Thinking of maybe, you know, um, stopping by, maybe."
I tap my hands awkwardly on the desk. He's so cute, ugh. His eyes still look tired and I can smell faint traces of mint wafting from him.
"My parents aren't going to be h-"
Oh my god was I about to unintentionally solicit Abel just then? I stutter and then stop speaking altogether, closing my eyes. Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip.
He hasn't wished me a happy valentine's day yet but neither have I, to be fair... Maybe he's just weirded out by this too. Maybe he- oh god here they come. Now or never!!
"Um, I mean, do you want to maybe come over later for, um, like just some-" I raise my voice to keep his eyes on me as the delivery men enter the room and turn for us- "Steak! I wanted- will you be my Valentine?"
I just hope he answers within the next three seconds, or shit is about to get really, really awkward for us both.