She arrives in her old, beat-up, black Toyota echo. When she steps out of her car, I notice she's wearing a blue tank-top and light blue jeans. The most makeup she has is lip gloss and her hair is in a regular ponytail. She has on blue flip-flops and not a hint of jewelry. It looks like she changed in her car on the way here. Somehow, she still looks good.
"Hey." I don't mention the outfit.
"Hey." She smiles. We walk into Tiger's Cafe and sit a couple tables down from the table I was at before (some guy and his girlfriend seemed to be having a little too much fun drinking from the same smoothie). We talk and get smoothies. It's always the same- Cocoa-banana for me, and Strawberry-swirl for her. Then she checks my watch. It reads 9:24
"Crap, I have to go. Sorry Ad, my parents.. They need me to help finish painting the basement." She grabs her bag and runs out. I call out 'bye' but I'm not sure she hears me. It's weird. Her mom told me they finished painting the basement last week.
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The Brawns
Teen Fiction"I hate my freckles." I look down at my shoes, going against the force of his hands cupping my cheeks. He places his thumb under my chin and tilts my head so my gray eyes and his blue eyes interlock. "Well I love every one of them." He kisses my...
