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Lilly's POV:
"Hello Harry. Come in" I say with no enthusiasm in my voice what so ever. I just want to get this over with, and if I can't get a different partner then I'll have to suck it up.
He walks in and awkwardly looks around my house. What is he doing. He walks over to a book shelf with pictures and picks up one of me as a toddler and I look ridiculous. It's me when I was 3 in the bathtub. Yeah defiantly don't want him to see that. It's bubble bath, so I have a bubble beard on my face. Yeah no.
"What are you doing?" I say and take the pictures of me off the shelf, and shove them into a drawer next to the shelves. "Who said you could look at the? Come on I my room is upstairs. Let's just get this over with so I don't have to look or talk to you again." I say and walk up the stairs to my room. Once inside, he goes to shut the door but I stop him.
"Leave the door open! I don't want you trying anything while we're in here. I don't trust you. Keep your hands to yourself and don't touch anything." I snap at him. I really don't want to be doing this right now on my Friday night. I could be doing something more productive like Finnish a season of Friends On Netflix... That's productive right...?
"Kay miss bitchy pants" he snaps back. Ugh. I might kill him tonight...
"So our project is to create a presentation of a human cell. So, what I was thinking is that on a poster board which I have here." I say as I gesture towards my poster board I got after school today. "Then we will draw a large cell, or print one off and put it in the middle. Then we have the different parts of the cell labeled, and connected with a line to the definition."
"Do I get any say in what we do? I think we should create a pop up cell and then smash it as our presentation to show how bad cells kill the good cells." Harry says. What is he thinking!
"No I'm not going to smash something I put a lot of time and effort into and had to put up with you. No thank you. We're going with my idea."
"I think your idea is lame." He says back in a smart ass way. Okay that's it. I've had enough!
"Lame? You think my idea is lame?! I don't give a shit if you think it's lame. It will get us the most points and will look good. How the fuck do you think smashing something that will look like shit be good. There won't be any information in it. No background. Nothing. Our project is to make something that represents a human cell, and the parts of it. How will smashing it meet any of the criteria. If you think my project is so 'lame' then leave. I'm doing it my way and if you don't like then you can get your sorry ass up and don't let the..." I was interrupted. By his lips? Wait what's going on.
I'm too in shock to comprehend what is going on but currently my only explanation for my i stopped talking and he is so close to me is that he is kissing me. I don't kiss back but I don't move either. Wait no.
I pull away. And touch my lips. What was that? His lips were so soft, and so... Snap out of it! My subconscious tells me. It's right, what am I thinking. I hate him. Why am I thinking about a kiss that meant nothing to me.
"What was that for!?" I snap as if I wasn't just thinking about his lips. "You better have a good explanation for this. I told you to keep your hands to yourself. Do you never listen?"
"You were ranting on and on, and wouldn't shut up. So I kissed you." He says as if it was normal to just randomly kiss someone to get them to shut up. I do admit if he was someone that I liked and didn't despise, then yes it would be a cute gesture. But from him, it was not appreciated.
"Well don't. Next time don't kiss me. Let's just get this over with already. We're doing it my way and if you don't like it tough." I say and start to work on drawing the cell. "You can look up the definitions and write them down on this pice of paper. I'll write on the poster because I highly doubt you have better hand writing then me." I say and hand him my laptop for him to look up definitions on. I just want to get this done with, and have him leave so I can't be in peace.
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Finally. 2 awkward hours of silent working later, and we're done. That was probably the most awkward hours of my life. We just sat there having awkward small talk. It was horrible. I hope after this project i won't have to associate with him anymore.
I'm actually surprised at how well out project turned out. Although the I did most of the work. He mainly just kinda sat there doodling crap, or snooping around my room. He would only do what I told him to do when I repeated myself about 10 times. He just doesn't listen. I really hope I get a good grade on this project because I put a lot of effort into it and I was with him. So glad this project is over.
I stand up and take one more glance at the poster before I fold it up and lean it again the wall. I forgot that Harry was even here for a moment, for when I turned around I jumped. He chuckles at me. Can't he just go?
"You can leave now" I say in a bitchy tone. It's almost 9 and I want to go to bed. I could go out again tonight, but Netflix and my bed are calling my name.
"Yeah yeah. I'm leaving. Don't need to get your panties in a bunch." He responds as he walks out my bedroom door. He obnoxiously walks extra slow when going down the stairs just to spite me.
"Hurry up before I push you!" I yell getting impatient now.
"Oh I'm sorry. Was I going too slow? I had not noticed." He responds as if nothing happened. Finally he reaches the door.
"Here let me get that for you." I say as I open the door for him. "Now out you go. Bye Harry. Don't bother me again." I say and slam the door in his face and run upstairs.
Finally some peace and quiet. But if only I could escape my subconscious. All I can think about his previous un welcomed actions that took place only a few hours before.
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