Petrichor

Ryan

          I stayed in the whole weekend, working on my book. Actually writing something this time. Not just meaninglessly scribbling someone's name like some kind of love-sick school girl.

I had actually gotten quite a bit done. I had the general plot down but I was kinda stumped at writing the actual romance part of the story. Which, I have to admit, is probably a problem in a romance novel.

Currently, the only experience I had in romance was sitting on the couch in the living room watching cheesy Hallmark movies with my mom in the dark. I don't think I want to be using those as a reference.

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    "Ryan, what the heck happened to you. I sent you like 5 texts during the weekend." Allen complained. "Did you not see them?"

"Oh, I saw them." I reply.

"And?"

"I ignored them?" I say, half raising an eyebrow. "Wasn't that established already."

"You annoy me sometimes, you know that?"

I laugh. Whenever he was annoyed he'd scrunch up his eyebrows and I don't know why but I always found it hilarious. "That's good, cause your irritation happens to brings me joy."

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm even friends with you." He discloses with an exaggerated 'hmph'. "Well, if you had bothered answering, you would know that I found; not one, but two girls who are desperate enough to consider going with you to the dance."

My laugh dies. Looks like we're back on the topic of that stupid dance. "You did what now?"

"First is Sandra Baker, she sits behind me in Math. She's awkward and anti-social too so I thought you two would get right along."

I start to interject but he cuts me off.

"Let me finish." He says, then takes a dramatic pause. "And the second is Cassandra Cawsand."

"Ca-Cassandra Cawsand?" I splutter, half-choking on water. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve and place the bottle on the table. Cassandra was one of the most popular girls in 11th Grade. She was beautiful, really sociable and smart.

"I was surprised too. Actually she came up to me and asked about you herself last Friday." He continues. "Apparently she's been low-key into you ever since like, 10th Grade."

"You're joking aren't you." I say, about to laugh it off. "She hasn't talked to me for more than 5 minutes. And even then only in class."

"She told me she tried asking you to a movie in back 10th Grade. But you said no."

"I thought she was just trying to be nice because I was the shy kid in class with no friends."

"Well you are."