"Shoot."
I could've as well have been talking to a wall or statue since Kennedy Clarkson didn't even bother to look behind to see what was bothering me. I narrowed my eyes at the golden curls beneath his cap and scrubbed at my yellow dress where a pronounced brown coffee stain was starting to form. The aforementioned Kennedy still didn't turn around when I sprouted off a string of curses due to the coffee stain on one of my favorite and most expensive dresses. The stupid guy kept his eyes glued to something I couldn't see. I finally decided to force him to look at me.
"Hey, doofus!" I shoved his shoulder. "I need some help here. Do you have a handkerchief or something?"
Without looking at me, Kennedy withdrew a yellow handkerchief from his trousers' pocket and handed it to me. His strange behavior baffled me but I chose to deal with it later, when I'd handled the matter at hand. Once the stain on my dress was a little less prominent, I moved forward to where Kennedy stood to try to see what he was looking at. It didn't take seconds before I saw it--or her rather.
Kneeling beside a white fluffy poodle was Sadie Fields. Her wavy red hair was held up in a perfect bun, not a strand out of place. The red complimented her pale skin and her red lipstick added to that. Her eyes were its usual green, sparkling and mischievous. She was laughing at her "adorable" poodle doing some weird dance. I wondered how she managed to kneel in a black skintight dress like that.
Kennedy still had his eyes on her, staring like a love struck fan girl. It sucked, really. He still didn't have the guts to talk to her even though they worked at the same place.
I rolled my eyes at his pathetic behavior. "You do know that you can just walk up to her and talk, right?"
Kennedy sighed and looked down at his brown loafers. "I can't. She doesn't speak to people like me."
I frowned. "People like me? What do you mean by that? You're human and so is she. Unless she's like half alien or something."
Kennedy raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't bring your nerd antics into the matter."
"But I'm serious." I said. "You've had a massive crush on this girl since you started working at the supermarket and you still don't have the guts to talk to her."
Kennedy flinched. "I wouldn't call it a 'massive crush'." he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh right, you've just been observing Ms. Fields and blushing every time she talks to you."
Kennedy widened his eyes and laughed nervously. "You're making me sound like a stupid high school dork in love with this chick or something."
"Look," I began. "She's right there looking cute and all with her cute dog in a cute outfit. She's dying for the attention. Just go over there and talk to her."
Kennedy looked like he was considering it but then he shook his head. "Nah. Let's go."
He started walking and I stared at his retreating back, mouth agape in shock. He was being a total and complete wimp. He really needed to man up and talk to the girl of his dreams. If he wasn't going to do that then I was going to play match maker and get the two of them together, though I didn't really like Sadie to say.
Kennedy turned back and watched me, brows knitted together. "Aren't you coming?"
"Yeah. Sure." I lied. I wasn't going to join him. Instead, when he turned around and continued walking, I went in the direction of the red headed princess and her poodle. It was so ridiculous how I was doing Kennedy's work for him. But I had to. I couldn't stand him acting all awkward when she was around. And since she was too oblivious to the fact that her co-worker liked her, I was going to have to get them together myself. I had no plan, really, I had nothing except Kennedy's yellow handkerchief.
"Hey!" I called. Sadie turned around and raised her eyebrows as I ran towards her. Her eyes widened in shock when I slammed my body to the ground. The pain hit and then I heard Sadie gasp and Kennedy's voice calling my name in the distance. As I lay there waiting for the two of them to get to me, I thought of how foolish I probably was being and how my stupid plan wouldn't work.
Sadie reached me before Kennedy. She knelt beside me and looked so worried.
"Are you okay?" she asked and before I could answer, continued as her eyes lit up with recognition, "Hey, you're Kennedy's friend. You're always at the supermarket. What were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed or something? What was that?"
I was going to answer but Kennedy showed up bedside me. He crouched down and began examining my head. "Natalie, are you alright? Geez, you were supposed to be behind me, why'd you walk the other way."
I spoke quickly before they could shut me up. "I wanted to say hi to Sadie."
"That's the way you say hi?" Sadie and Kennedy asked in unison. I burst out laughing and they stared at me, probably wondering if the fall did something to my brain.
"Is she usually like this?" Sadie asked Kennedy.
"Just on special occasions." Kennedy replied, glaring at me. He hadn't stuttered. Maybe he wasn't fully aware of who he was talking to.
"Well, she looks fine." Sadie said getting up and dusting her knees. Kennedy got up too and watched her. Sadie looked around and widened her eyes.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed.
Kennedy knitted his eyebrows together. "What?"
"I can't find Kim Kardashian." Sadie looked like she was going to cry while Kennedy just looked plain confused. I would've been puzzled too if not for the fall that was only allowing me watch them.
"What?" Kennedy repeated.
"My dog!" Sadie's lower lip trembled. "I've got to go find her."
"I'll help." Kennedy said. I didn't see why he was so into her. She was an annoying brat with a dog named after a shitty reality show. Anyway, if it made him happy I was rooting for her.
Sadie blinked back tears. "But you can't leave Nadine all alone here."
"It's Natalie," I snapped but relaxed when I saw Kennedy's pleading face. "And I'm fine. You two should go find Paris Hilton."
Sadie frowned. "Kim Kardashian."
"Let's go find her Sadie." Kennedy said quickly, probably to avoid a fight. She nodded and they set off together.
I sat up, my work done. I looked at the yellow handkerchief in my hand, the only witness to my awesome matchmaking skills, grinned and said--in the same manner one might end a scene, without the setting sun in the background--"Let's get a soda."
