"Ummm. Hello?" I squirmed in the doorway. Standing in front of me is the one and only Blake Scotts. He was one of the most popular guys in the school. He was the kind of guy that wouldn't go to other people's houses. You would come to him. You would bow down to him begging for acceptance.
His tall figure loomed over my petite figure. I wasn't actually that small to begin with he just gave me that appearance with his muscular body right next to my slightly less muscular body. I'm not fooling anyone I just looked completely unfit next to him. This confused me because I did a TON of exercise today with my running up and down the stairs to get food.
I think he chose to ignore the confusion clearly written all over my face because all he said was hi Raven. He ran his fingers through his brunette hair that wasn't styled at all but still managed to look perfectly messy. I just stood there awkwardly as always at a loss for words. My cheeks turned red as he looked me up and down examining my attire for the day. "Nice shorts" he said and smirked. This only made me blush even more and stutter a quick "W-w-why are you here?" Instead of answering my question he asked to come in. I shuffled out of his way silently gesturing him to come in. I led him downstairs because it was the only place I had any privacy except my room which was a complete mess.
Finally he spoke. "What's up" he said simply. "Nothing much" I answered deciding to let the fact that he showed up to my house randomly go. He looked around my basement and I notice I had left the tv on pause during my PLL marathon. Nice job Raven now he knows you have been watching tv instead of hanging with friends or at least talking with your family. I mentally cursed myself for doing that. "Raven,Raven!" Blake's voice interrupted my thoughts. "What huh?" I sheepishly responded. "I was just asking you what kind of music you liked."he said bringing me back into reality. "Oh I like to listen to bands like Fall Out Boy and 21 Pilots." I mumbled. Everyone I know just liked to listen to crappy edited pop music. I just hoped he didn't think I was weird for liking that kind of music. "Really? I love those bands! Everyone I know just listens to crappy edited pop music." He said reading my thoughts. Wanna listen to music? I asked.
We spent the rest of my Friday night talking about our likes and dislikes in bands and laughing about random corny jokes. We listened to hours of music telling each other our favorite songs and I have to say, this boy really has a good taste in music. When the night came to an end Blake was getting ready to walk out the door when he said something that burned in my mind for the rest of the night. " You have a good taste in music. It's great to finally know someone who can relate to me and I can talk to about what I like and don't like in music without the other person criticising what I like." After saying that he said a quick goodbye and left.
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Hey guys I updated twice in the same weekend because I wanted to so don't judge. I know this is short but I don't feel like I can write anymore on this chapter. This chapter needs to stay like this because I just does okay? okay. Ignore the mistakes because I not good at working grammar. feel free to tell me what I did wrong thought so just can fix it in the future . I will update with longer paragraphs later I just couldn't write anymore but just don't what to whine so imma shut up now.
also I'm not really proud of this chapter and it will be better soon.
-Lindsey
