Sam's POV:-
"You're funny, but I think you live less."
"What?" I ask, smiling at Dave. We went out for coffee. Yep, second date. We've been texting and talking since the first date. My crush is only growing, and I feel like a giddy school-girl.
"You should get out more. Or, you'll become a more boring person Sam," he sagely advices. The way he said it implies, I'm already a boring person. Wow.
"Oh, alright," I respond incoherently. Something inside me crumbles.
"There's a party this weekend," he continues, oblivious to my hurt. "Let's go okay? Get the little party animal in you, all wild." He puts his hand around my shoulder, shaking me in a friendly manner. If it was any other day, I would've swooned and squealed happily. But right now, I feel dead. I give him a dull smile, nodding to his plan.
Just because I would rather sip coffee and read a book in the comfort of my room, instead of getting my ass groped by sweaty teenagers, doesn't mean I'm a boring person.
Dave stops in front of my building, and turns me to him. He smiles looking at my mouth, and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. I could taste the icing from the cupcake he ate. I momentarily kiss him back, silently admiring how his lips were probably softer than mine. It was a brief kiss, and we pull back. He looked definitely proud, that he did it. I felt normal. Nothing special, nor any fairy-tale pixie dust bursting behind my ears.
"I would love it, if you become my girlfriend," he grins. Like a complete moron, I remember the last thing I should be thinking of. I remember Max's disapproved face and how he said, Now just imagine, a guy who got beaten up by Noah?
I scold myself for thinking like that. But I couldn't help but think, how thin his arms were. They would snap like twigs, if he lifted me.
"Gee, I don't know Dave," I smile nervously. "It's just two dates. I need more time?" I ask, hoping he would buy it. He did. He nods, not looking crushed, but a lot more determined. We say our goodbyes, and go away.
He just wants me to be, more outgoing. It's not like, he asked me to wear shorter clothes with more cleavage, to show me off. Maybe, I was thinking too much. He's a nice guy. My parents would totally approve of him, in future. If we work a little, the chemistry could be perfected. Besides, its not like I ooze out perfection. We all gotta adjust and change, right?
"Babe, we're out of groceries," Becca yells the moment I step in. "It's your turn. Get me some Strawberry ice-cream, will ya?"
"Sure, no problem," I say towards her room, where I bet she's lying on her stomach watching Law & Order. I open the fridge, and sure enough it's empty. I was desperate to take a shower.
I drop off my bag, and grab my purse marching out. If I take a shower now, I won't get out of bed till tomorrow.
On my way over, I replay the date. We did talk a lot. Dave is sweet, he's kind and polite. While waiting in the line, he had smiled and let an old lady order first. He had pulled out my chair for me, and given me the cherry from his cupcake. When he said I was boring, it wasn't mean. It was advice.
Maybe I am boring. I just don't realize it.
"Oh, hey girlfriend."
My thought process is broken, by the king of jerks himself. God knows what my face looks like, because Max's playful grin vanishes, replaced by a frown. "Sam, are you okay?"
"Now that I've met you?" I scoff, moving past him. He easily falls into step.
"Why are we walking together?" I ask frowning at him.
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Romance"Umm.. Thanks," I mumble, kicking dust with my shoes. "What?" Max asks me. "I said, thank you," I say more clearly. "Still can't hear you... Could you repeat that?" he asks politely. "I said thank you!" I shout. "You pig," I add lowly. "Still nada...
