After school I was going to Dingers house to work on the project. I like to get started early so were not running around at the last minuet. I walk out of the school and see Dinger and another boy with long, black, greasy hair sitting back to back talking. I walk down over to them stopping their conversation.
"You ready?" I ask Dinger and he gets up and grabs his cane. He waves goodbye to his friend and limps along, showing me the way to his house.
We walk in silence about halfway, until he decides to try and make conversation. He looks over to me with his blue eyes.
"You don't like me, do you?"
I just shrug my shoulders and look back to him.
"I don't even know you." I simply say and he nods.
"But you can, it's not that hard." He smirks and we share a laugh.
"Ok... What's your favorite colour?"
"Red. What's yours?"
" Black."
Dinger looks at me weirdly. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at his facial expression. I only said what my favorite colour was...
"Black? Are you some emo chick or something?"
I shoved him with my shoulder. "What's so bad about black? It's a nice colour and it goes with everything."
Dinger looks at what im wearing. Its a oversized black hoodie and black leggings. He is wearing a large dark jacket. We continue to walk to his house talking mindlessly about favorite foods, movies, past times. Anything you could think of in small talk. We walked up to a small house with a Volvo parked out front. Dinger opened his door and showed me up to his bedroom where we were going to work. His room was small and messy and had half naked posters of girls on motorcycles taped all over the walls.
"Your rooms... Nice." I hesitated not knowing how to react to a room like this.
"I can hint some sarcasm in your tone, Riley!" He smiled and joked. He started to shove his floor mess underneath his bed. I sat down on a small chair and pulled out our assignment.
The working hours were me talking about the project and writing things down and Dinger lying on his bed bouncing a ball off the ceiling and agreeing with everything I said. We both got restless and called it quits. It was 6 o'clock now and Dinger insisted on walking me home no matter how many times I told him no because of his leg. We were silent until we got to my door step.
" I actually had a good time tonight, Dinger."
"Do you know me now, babe?" I rolled my eyes at the word.
" Quite well I think. Ill see you tomorrow?"
"Not if I see you first."
We looked at each other for a moment as Dinger pulled his hands up and cupped my cheeks. He gently collided his lips onto mine in a short, soft kiss. I was left speechless on my door step.
