Beg / Chapter 20

The walk was great. The weather really made it something special. The sky has a large sun that's causing the sky to turn a light orange. Birds still sing loudly and a light, cool breeze brings my hair behind my shoulders. I've taken this place called Earth, for granted. It's truly a beautiful place. It holds so much potential.

Also, I got to find out things about Chance. Things that a boy wouldn't normally say to you. He was completely honest and carefree. He reminded me of myself when I was twelve. I didn't care what people would think about me. I just talked and played. A lot of the times with myself, but at that age, I didn't really take much notice.

He told me that he's a crybaby and always cries when he watches Marley and Me. I did as well, but I didn't tell him. I was too busy intrigued by him. He said that he worked at a library for three years. He was only fourteen when he started. He loved it and he even went as far as to say that he's a bookworm. I smiled widely at that, if I'm been honest. I asked him what's his favourite book and he answered something that surprised me. He said The Viral's series by Kathy Reichs. My favourite book too.

Coincidence? I think not. Just pure luck.

The walk was filled with funny moments and one disasters. Thank God it wasn't me that had the disaster. Chance was the reason I fell over laughing and nearly peed myself. Just thinking about it makes me chuckle.

Chance, who is rubbing Sally contently, looks up to me. A smile plays on his face and he asks. "What are you laughing at, Mel?" He asks me. Oh my God. His smile is infectious!

"Nothing," I mumble trying to hide my smile.

He rolls his eyes. "I'll tickle you if you don't tell me."

"Don't you dare!" I glare at him. I'm very ticklish. I'd probably kick him in the face if he did. By accident, obviously...

He stands up and starts to walk towards me. I take a step back. His face filled with amusement and happiness. "Are you going to tell me?" He questions.

I shake my head. "It's not important," I tell him.

"Fine." He sighs and turns away. I thank the heavens that he doesn't try to tickle me. That would've end disastrous. I wipe away the 'sweat' that gathers around my forehead.

"I actually thought you were going to tickle me," I say and laugh awkwardly.

He smiles and laughs along with me. "That's funny because you were right." Before I know, I'm picked up by Chance and brought to the ground. His arms tickle every part of my stomach.

I begin to laugh hysterically. "Chance. Please. Stop!" I demand. I try to sound serious, but I fail. I'm laughing so hard that I feel like I'm going to get sick. My legs start to go everywhere. I kick the ground twice and hit myself four times.

Yep, resting my knee really worked out, right?

Slowly, I begin to open my eyes. My laugh still escapes my lips. His bright green, blue eyes sparkle as he stares at me. A sparkle that I've never seen before. His mouth holds a large smile and he laughs. His laugh is manly, but cute. He's truly beautiful.

"Stop tickling me," I say wriggling around. He doesn't listen. "Fine, I'll tell you."

He stops immediately and listens. " I was laughing about you falling over the branch." I smile and let out a small chuckle.

"Oh. That wasn't my fault! Sally tripped me up," He says and I shake my head.

"Chance, it was your fault. Sally wasn't anywhere near you." I roll my eyes.

"I should get off and bring you home," He says and I nod, my cheeks going scarlet.


You've got to be fucking kidding me! Can my life get anymore awkward? I sit on the sofa beside my mother and look down at my hands. I'm in utter disbelief. Why the hell is this happening?

"So Chance, what would you like to do when you get older?" My father asks Chance. I can feel Chance's awkwardness and uncomfortableness. Yes, my father and mother are basically interviewing Chance. I think they think we're in a relationship. Firstly, that's the most idiotic and perfect thing I've heard. Secondly, they're stupid and don't understand friendship.

"Well, I'm planning on becoming an English teacher. I really like reading and writing," He answers. I can tell he's nervous.

Before my parents can ask him anymore questions, I get up and grab him. I pull him out of the sitting room and into the hall.

" I am so sorry, Chance" I tell him and lead him to the door.

"You look a lot like your mother, Mel," He tells me.

I frown. "Really?"

" Yeah. Your eyes and hair are the exact same."

I open the door and Chance and I walk out. I hug my body tightly when I feel the coldness of the night.

" I'll see you tomorrow, Chance?" I say making it sound like a question.

" Definitely," He answers and smiles. He turns around and begins to walk. I turn around and open the door.

" Oh yeah. Melanie," He calls my name.

I turn around. "Yeah, Chance?"

"Do you wanna go out on a date tomorrow?"







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