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13 - Pitching A Tent In Lalaland

Come And Get It - John Newman

13 - Pitching A Tent In Lalaland 

Word count: 1935

"The successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus."

- Bruce Lee

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" - and he said I should give him a feet massage because my hands are so soft and smooth," I say and Hannah bursts out in a fit of giggles. Her brown eyes sparkle with joy, without a care in the world.

"Oh my gosh," she says between breaths, trying to calm herself down. "He sounds amazing."

I nod my head in agreement. Jason most definitely is amazing. Shame I don't feel anything for him other than friendship. But nobody other than people close to me and him know that.

"So what about you?" I ask her, very curious about how she met Brock. I still can't wrap my head around the fact she is dating my asshole of a brother. They are on two different ends of a spectrum - Hannah on the nice, decent side and Brock on the jerk side.

Hannah smiles brightly at my question and shifts on the sofa. "Oh, we met at school." She starts, her brown orbs wandering to the large window where she gazes out there, lost in thought. Almost as if she's recalling the time they met. "The first day I started, I brought all of my textbooks with me which clearly wasn't a good idea. Brock saw me struggling and so stepped in as my knight and shining armor and helped me. We talked for a bit and I he asked me out."

Taking a sip of my decaf coffee, I ponder on her story. Now that I've seen the real side of Brock - a selfish, egotistical jerk who only cares about popularity - I don't think I will ever see him as a hero. Perhaps he's only like that to people he cherishes.

"So you two have been together since you got here?"

Hannah vigorously nods her head and slurps up the rest of her drink. I laugh at the whipped cream on the top of her lips, making her look like she has a white mustache. Out of embarrassment, Hannah blushes and furiously wipes it away with a napkin.

"That's not very nice," she pouts, using her big, doe eyes to her advantage.

"I'm sorry Hannah Banana," I apologize and bite back a smile at her angry face. I guess she still isn't used to her new nickname. I'll work on that.

Suddenly, my pocket begins to vibrate. Giving Hannah an apologetic smile, I snatch my phone out and see Jason's name pop up on my screen. My face breaks out into a grin at the sight and I quickly answer my phone. I haven't spoken to him in what feels like forever.

"Hello. You are currently speaking to the fabulous Whitney Winters. What can I help you with?" I greet poshly.

"Fabulous? Whitney?" A sweet yet manly voice questions on the other side of the line. Jason. "I don't think I'm talking to the right person here."

I gasp in mock hurt and place my hand over my heart. He may not be able to see my actions but I he will probably be able to guess I'm doing something like this. The guy knows me too well.

"Well if that's how you want to be Mr. Too Good For Anybody, then I guess I will hang up," I answer, my voice laced with hurt and annoyance. Hopefully, he will be able to tell that its not real.

"Ugh, you play dirty Whitney," Jason remarks on the other side of the line. I can imagine him running a hand through his soft dark hair right now.

"I know," I cheekily reply, grinning ear to ear. Hannah cocks her head to the side curiously and shakes her head in amusement. "Now take back what you said earlier because we all know I'm the greatest."