"I used to be cool, you know?"
"Yip,"
"I had people who threw themselves at my feet, begging for me to let them do my homework for me,"
"You forced them to do yo...."
"Everyone loved me," I interrupted, "not one person hated me,"
"You said your friends were fake and hated you,"
"Shhh, stop dwelling on unimportant details,"
He snorted, adjusting his glasses and rolling his eyes.
"I was captain of the cheerleading team..."
"You still are,"
"President of the prom committee, an obvious choice for prom queen, valedictorian,"
"You're still all of those things, we literally just got back from a committee meeting,"
I sighed wistfully, remembering my old life before I met this moron.
"Now look at me!" I continued, "Sitting in a movie theater, waiting to watch the latest Star Wars, fully aware of what a storm trooper is, and that Star Wars and Star Trek are universes apart,"
"You said you wanted to come with me. You said you didn't regret being with me..."
I looked over at him, smiling at the nervous and worried expression on the face I had fallen so hard for, I took his hand in mine, hardly caring if anyone saw me with him,
"You are the droid I'm looking for,"
His blush and shy smile just made my statement that much truer.
YOU ARE READING
My Beautiful Chaos
ChickLitOne shots of scenes I can't fit into the gazillion books I'm writing, but that want to get out anyway. These stories belong solely to ME. They come from MY mind, so don't plagiarize.
