I'm Alive [CANCELED]

Chapter 12- A Date... I think

A.N.

HEY! School is stupid because it takes away my writing time. :( Sorry for the late update. I hope you like it:). Remember to vote and Comment!

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"So what now?" I ask Collin as I walk out of the edifice.

"Hmm." Collin pondered. "I'm not sure." 

I start walking away. 

"HEY!" Collin says. "Just because I don't know something doesn't mean walk away."

"I'm tired, I think I'm just going to go back to my apartment." I say.

"Uh... you sure? I mean, did you want to go do something?" Collin asks me, nervously gripping the back of his neck.

"Why were you thinking of something?" I ask curiously.

"Er, I was thinking a trip to the game room. I want to show you something in there." Collin says. 

"Uh," I say. "Sure?"

Collin lets go of his neck. 

"Awesome!" he says. 

Collin grabs my wrist tightly and drags me forward.

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The two of us stand in front of a black hole in the wall. 

"I need to cover your eyes." Collin says. "To give you the element of surprise." 

 I groan really loud.

"Oh, give me a break. You'll love it!" Collin tells me. 

"Fine." I grumble. 

Collin gently covers one of his hands on my eyes.

"Walk forward." Collin says.

Who cares about seeing, I could just see Collin smiling right now.

"Wipe that smile off your face Eastman. I swear to God if you run my into something, you are going to pay." I say.

I hear a small chuckle come from his mouth and decide to ignore it.

Within just a few minutes of hearing absolute silence, a new sound comes into my ears.

Animated music, like video games.

The music was loud.

"Can I look now?" I ask.

Collin removes his hand.

"Surprise!" he exclaims.

In front of me is a huge room full of neon lights. Arcade games fill the entire room. It's pretty busy in here, but a majority of the games are free.

"Woah." is all I can say.

"So?" Collin asks, sticking out his hand. "Want to play?"

Not too hard, I shove him.

"Sure." I say smiling.

Collin walks over to a game I've never seen before. There was a box with "people" attached to sticks.

"It's called Foosball." Collin tells me, as if he's reading my mind.

"Oh." I say.

"Here," Collin says. "I'll help you."

He walks me over to one of the sides. Gently, he takes my hand and places it on one of the sticks.

"Twist your wrist." Collin commands.