Pinning my hair up, I laughed along with Tristan as he tried to wheeze out a sentence from the other line, “Again, he’s taking you to the dance to save gas?”
Tristan called me just so because he was asking if I could get Kyla to dance with him, or if it was too much if he suddenly drove to her house and ask her to the dance on the spot.
I think we all know how that would end up in.
Somewhere along the conversation, I told him about how Jasper, being such an eco-friendly guy, asked if we could drive together to the dance to save gas. The prices must be hitting him really hard if that’s happening, but even I’m not stupid enough to realize he wants to go to the event together.
Just the thought of it makes me all happy inside. It might not be a date, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
“Yeah,” I couldn’t help but giggle, remembering the way Jasper conveyed it.
When going to a dance, I’m pretty sure the environment is the last thing in a guy’s mind.
“I can’t believe him,” I heard him say as I placed another bobby pin to clip away my fringe, “He really has to man up.”
“Says that guy who chickened out on asking Kyla to the dance,” I couldn’t help but bring up.
“Don’t remind me,” he groaned in frustration, “Are you sure pink is the right color.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at my phone, as if it was Tristan himself. He goes and asks me for the color of her dress and now he’s complaining because it was pink.
“Of course,” I said with exaggeration, “Plus, pink is such a manly color.”
“Don’t even start!”
“That’s actually your fault for not asking her out earlier,” I told him, reaching for my earrings, “Or even a day before.”
Who in the world asks a girl to the dance on the same day of the event? The answer, Tristan Hansen.
“At least I didn’t make up a stupid excuse of being so concerned with the consumption of gas,” he defended himself.
He and Jasper should really become friends again, these two are practically the same. I mean, they are both pretty lame when it comes to asking girls in dances like these.
“Well I have to finish getting ready, I’ll talk to you later tonight,” I spoke, standing up as I went to scout for my shoes, “And hopefully you’ll have a date by then.”
I heard him chuckle and I smiled, “Right, save a dance for me.”
He hung up and I took my phone, locking it before I slotted it inside my clutch. Well, now for my shoes.
Tristan is a great guy and Kyla is a great girl, put them together and we’ll have an extremely adorable couple. Just saying, I’ve called dibs on being the maid of honor.
Walking to my window, I slightly opened the curtain to take peek of Jasper’s room. He was facing the mirror and I couldn’t help but laugh at the coincidence.
He was wearing a blue tie, the same color and shade of my dress.
It’s either he found out and matched purposely with me, or he just found the color blue appealing.
He was on the phone with someone, rubbing his temples in anxiousness and I couldn’t help but wonder who he is talking to.
Shaking my head, I closed the curtain. Here we go, tonight’s the first dance that I’ll have with Jasper – if he asks me to anyways.
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Resetting Our Love
Teen Fiction"You know the good old days when we were joined at the hip? How about we just reset everything?" Jasper and Savannah. Those two has been inseparable since the day they met, they've been through everything together. Apparently, high school changed th...
