I made my way towards him. Steps were slow but steady. I didn't want to feel nervous. I had dated the guy for four months and known him for a year during which we talked non stop. Why should I be nervous? But it's much easier to talk from behind a screen rather than face to face where getting lost is in his big brown eyes or his dimples is as easy as breathing. His dimples where one of my most favourite things in the world. I laughed it when he laughed because his laugh reached his eyes. I could stare at him all day. Why aren't boys happy with a caring loving girl who loves them intently? Why do they prefer bitches who treat them like shit?
He was sitting on one of the couches with his friends. They knew how to have fun because they didn't care who was watching. A plan suddenly hit me. I sat down on the couch but next to his friend, facing him and made a big deal how we ran into each other. He stared at me, I could see him from the corner of my eyes. Good to know my 5 hour make over had worked. I had dressed what I knew would drive him crazy.. black dress with golden studs, black boots and I had gone a little gothic on my make up the way I knew someone likes..Oh yes..I know your weaknesses too.
Conversation was easy, I knew every single one of his friends and they were cool. I chatted and flirted a little bit but not with him. If I hadn't had a stern talk with myself before I left home I'd have been in his arms in the first 10 mins. He transferred to my side and kept brushing my leg and putting his arms around me for brief moments. Then he whispered in my ear how great I look. The last time he had done that, I had turned my head to say thank you and found his lips. But not tonight.
