I Hate You With All My Heart

9

*Sunday*

After a few hours, my wound pain went away. Christian was sitting with me and we were talking about everything. Soon, we decided to get up.
"We should clean up." I said.
Christian nodded.
It took us a while, but we started to pick up all the trash. It was fun, surprisingly. We blasted our music and danced around not even remembering what happened earlier.
God, I love him so much.

After a while, everything was all picked up and sort of clean.
"You got any cash on you? I'm hungry." I asked Christian.
"Yeah...I got a few bucks. What do you want?"
Oh God.
My anxiety.
I started getting anxious.
What if he didn't want what I wanted? What if he thought of me as some fat freak who wanted fast food?
Calm down Chase...
"Umm...I don't know. What do you want?" I asked anxiously.
"I don't really know. Lets just go to McDonalds."
Oh thank God...its something I like.
We walked to the bus stop and took it to downtown.

Hand in hand we walked onto the bus, paid, and sat down. We saw a lovely elderly couple sitting across from us, talking about how much "Amber has grown" and how "the temperates these days are too damn high".
Christian drew circles with his thumb on my palm as he held my hand. It was so cute. Is this what its like to be in love?
After 5 minutes, the bus was finally at our stop and we walked out. Across the street we saw a McDonalds and walked in.
"Do you know what you want?" Christian asked, grabbing at his back pocket for cash.
"Umm...not yet." I replied.
Here it goes again...
Why am I just now getting anxious? Why do relationships phase the way people feel?
Chill out Chase. It'll be alright.
But no, it won't.
Its just food. Whats the worst that could happen?
"Chase." Christian drew my attention.
"Oh hm?" I looked up from my shaking hands.
"You want me to get some chicken nuggets or something?"
I laughed on the inside. I don't know why that was so funny to me.
"Sure." I said.
He bought the food and we sat down at a table.
"Everything is so great right now." I said unknowingly.
"Yeah..." Christian said.
I don't know what it was about him...his voice, his face, his laugh, the way he was just made me happy.

After a bit, we finished up and decided to go home. On the bus, we saw a couple of girls laughing silently and pointing. I could kind of hear out what they were saying, but it was hard.
"Go ask him!"
"No...I don't want a gay boy at my party."
Were they talking about us...?
Finally, a tall blonde girl with curls walked up with an envelope.
"Here, I'm Macy. I go to your school. You're Chase, right?"
"Uhh...yeah.." I hesitated.
"Cool! You're invited to my party, its tomorrow."
She leaned down to my ear level and whispered, "and bring your cute friend too."

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(A/N, I'm gonna start putting the days of the week in the beginning so it makes more sense and is less confusing to readers and myself as well.)