❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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"CHASE WHAT THE hell are we doing?"
I glance over at Lila, still grinning.
"We're going on a date," I tell her. "I thought it was pretty obvious."
"No, I mean why do you have a bottle of alcohol and paper clips in your hands?"
I look down at my hands and then look back at her. "If I told you, I would have to kill you."
She blinks, "You're extremely frustrating."
I laugh, "You're extremely cute when you're mad."
She rolls her eyes, "Oh, bite me," she mutters.
"You would enjoy that," I wink at her.
She glares harder.
"Alright, alright. I cant actually tell you what these are for yet...but I will tell you that this is going to be the best date you've ever had, Matthews," I assure her.
She looks at me, "Good thing there's hardly any other ones to compare this to."
I clutch my chest, "Ouch. Have a little faith."
"The fact that I'm here is a miracle if you ask me," she retorts.
I grin at her, despite the fact that her words are meant to be mean.
A few minutes pass by while we drive in silence, and finally when we roll to a stop in front of our destination, Lila breaks it by saying. "A bookstore?"
I look up at the building once we've stepped out and it reads: THROUGH THE PAGES.
I turn back to Lila, "Come on."
She hesitates for a moment, "What about your paper clips and alcohol?"
I roll my eyes playfully, "Now you're a fan of them?"
She catches up with my long strides and shrugs, but the words die in her throat once I open the door.
I place a finger to my lips and give her my best stern look, though I don't it's very convincing at all.
Then I begin steering her away from the front desk and toward the aisles of books surrounding us.
It's only when no one is around that I lean down and whisper, "I thought maybe we could pick out a book for each other."
She blinks up at me, as if she's not sure what to say. "What?" she states dumbly.
I sigh, my breath fanning her hair. "Just take a look at the books and I don't know, pick out whatever you think would fit me, I guess."
Her brows dip, "What if I don't pick out the right thing?"
I shrug, "There is no wrong thing, Matthews. I trust you."
