A and D

I decided to dedicate this chapter to my currently favorite writer on Wattpad. I love her "First Down for the Girls." You guys should really check it out. I was laughing my head off at 3AM in the morning reading it.. LOL! (She's baaaaaaaaaaack with a new username!! Whoop!! ^_^)

Anyway, here comes the movie night~

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Dakota:

Friday night came. I’m making sure that the living room’s fine. But of course, nothing’s wrong with it. I just made that excuse up to sound as if I’m doing something because Alyson’s busy in the kitchen making drinks and popcorn for tonight. Why am I not in the kitchen? Let’s just say that cooking is not my cup of tea.

Ding Dong!

The door bell rang. I went to the door expecting to see Dwayne, but instead I saw Aaron with a big grin stretched across his face.

He looked good wearing only a dark blue shirt and beige knee-length shorts. His hair is wet – he probably took a shower before going here. He looked as though he’s going to the beach, while I looked like I’m going to bed – seeing as I’m wearing a loose white t-shirt and plaid trousers that looked like pajamas.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” Aaron suddenly asked.

I looked at him evenly. “Were you invited?”

Aaron rolled his eyes before saying, “I thought we’re already passed that.”

“That depends,” I said. My eyes searched his hands. “Did you bring any food?” I asked expectantly.

“No,” he answered. “But I ordered pizza,” he added, smiling.

“Good enough, you can come in,” I considered, as I opened the door wider to let him in. “Go straight to the living room. You do know the way, don’t you?”

“I’ve been coming here my whole life. What do you think is the answer to your question?”

“Grouchy tonight, aren’t you?” I said, frowning a bit, as I closed the door. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to have PMS.”

Seriously, he’s so crabby these past few days. What is up with him? He’s been bad-tempered since . . . since he met Dwayne last Wednesday. What doesn’t he like about Dwayne? Just because he won’t join the Basketball team doesn’t mean he’s to be hated. I mean, yeah, he said bad things about the sport but it’s just because he doesn’t like it. We all have our own opinion on things. Dwayne might look like he’s an athletic person but he really isn’t.

Let me clear that I’m not sticking up for Dwayne. But I just expected that Aaron would at least be happy that someone like Dwayne chose to be my friend. He wasn’t forced or anything. Because frankly, I’m not exactly the type that someone usually befriends in High School – especially if that someone wanted to fit in that jungle.

Hmmm . . . A sudden thought came to my mind. This must be what Aaron feels like between me and Annabelle. Wow. Not a pleasant feeling at all.

“That’s just your imagination, D,” said Aaron, shaking his head as if I said something far-fetched. He entered the living room, settling himself on the right side of the couch.

Before I could reply, the door bell rang again. Now, I’m sure that the person behind the door is Dwayne. I opened the door, and I was right.

Then, I froze.

I remembered all the chick flick movies I watched. You know when the leading man turns up at the leading lady’s doorsteps for a date looking all neat and handsome, carrying flowers? Well, that’s what Dwayne looks like with his V-neck long-sleeves and jeans. And instead of flowers, he’s carrying a plate of Lasagna.

“Hi,” said Dwayne, smiling at me.

“Cool,” I said, eyeing the Lasagna. “You brought Lasagna.”

“Prepared it, too,” he said a-matter-of-factly.

I stared at him. “You make pasta?”

He nodded, grinning now. “Yeah, it’s easy.” He paused, studying my facial expression. “I can guess from that look that you don’t cook.”

I didn’t answer.

“I can teach you some time,” he offered.

I laughed. “Right,” I said sarcastically, “like I’ll let you die in dissatisfaction with my masterpiece. No thank you.”

“Try me,” dared Dwayne.

I studied his face, looking for any hint of humor. After a few seconds, my forehead creased in the realization that he was serious. Why did he say that? Does he really have the patience to teach me how to cook? No guy has that kind of patience, you know. First, Aaron. Now, it’s him. Gosh. What is freaking up with boys tonight???