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SAME OUTFIT AS LAST CHAPTER
April 27th, 2022 (Same Day) Bennys Diner
AsEl sat in the car with Mike on their way to the diner. She couldn't stop thinking about Mike slinging his arm around her and calling her 'Babe'. She knew it was just one big act to get Troy to leave her alone but a tiny part of her wanted it to be real, the selfish part.
Some 80's song was playing in the background as she turned to look at the boy in question. His gaze was focused on the road in front of them, his dark brown eyes were moving around his surroundings as he drove.
His hand was clutching the steering wheel tightly, she just took one selfish moment to study his features and how beautiful he was.
"El, if you keep staring at me..." He said bringing his dark brown orbs to meet her hazel ones. She just blinked a couple of times and turned her head to look out the windshield. "What are you gonna do huh?" She smirked to herself as she could feel his eyes on her.
One way to get his attention. Be creepy! Nice job, El.
He shook his head, his curls going along with him, "J-Just stop staring at me." He coughed nervously, turning his eyes back to the road. "But your nice to look at. Sorry." She snorted as she put her chin in her hand, looking out the window next to her.
His eyes visibly widened at this statement. "W-Why do you think that?" He asked, hesitation all to clear in his voice. His cheeks blushing a bright crimson. She turned her head back towards him as they reached a stop light.
She slid over, the old car having one long seat in the front and another long seat in the back like most traditional older vehicles. El scooted closer to him, noticing his nervous expression she smiled, softly. "Your eyes. They're really pretty." She started as she let her eyes shamelessly meet his.
Stay calm, Mike. She just said your eyes were pretty. Stay calm. He thought to himself as he took a shallow breath, turning away from her eyes.
The light turned green, Mike hitting the gas pedal. This didn't stop El from telling him what she was so selfishly admiring from the other side of the seat. She carefully reached her finger tip up as his eyes focused on the street in front of them.
"Your freckles, they look like stars. Really pretty stars." She said, tracing a line from one small freckle to another. It was like she was lost in some kind of trance as she looked over the details of his face.
He was having trouble breathing. Get ahold of yourself. So she told you your freckles are pretty and shes tracing a finger down your face. Get ahold of yourself, Micheal. Be a man.
