🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤

Chapter 5: In which they make weekend plans

(Marigold's Perspective)

We hung out at lunch and recess, of course, and chatted.
"I have an idea." Allison randomly said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I think we should hang out this weekend." she replied with a smile.
I smiled back.
"Yeah, that would be awesome! We could watch movies and listen to records." I said.
Her smile grew, and so did mine.
"That sounds awesome." she replied.
So we started talking about details.
What day of the weekend, what time, what movies, what albums, stuff like that.
We then texted our parents and got yes as an answer from both of our moms, cheered, and continued discussing the plans.
We'd watch some of the movies on the list, listen to a bunch of music, and eat junk food.
All this would take place at my house.
By the time we were done planning, the bell rang, and we both reluctantly left the cafeteria to get to our next classes.
I had Art class next, and once I sat down in my seat I took my supplies out of my backpack and set them on my desk.
My pencil case and sketchbook was all I took out.
But I didn't even need them since we were doing a clay project.
I paid no attention to that fact as I opened the sketchbook and began to doodle randomly once opening to the first page which was dedicated to random doodles.
I doodled a heart in black pen and wrote the letter "A" in it before coloring it purple with a colored pencil from my pencil case.
I then got paranoid that Allison would somehow find it, and so I crossed it out.
The bell rang and my teacher entered the room.
I put my pencil case and sketchbook back into my backpack and zipped it up.
We then continued the project we were doing, which was making clay vases.
Well, they didn't have to be vases.
They couldn't exactly be vases if you had designed them with holes in them.
But I planned to use mine as a pencil holder for my desk at home.
It was looking pretty good so far, despite being lopsided.
As I was sculpting I was thinking to myself how awesome Saturday's gonna be, and I was smiling as I sort of zoned off.
I thought about what movies we'd watch and what music we'd listen to.
I began to wonder to myself how many actually good snacks we have in the pantry at home right now, and whether or not we'd have to go to the grocery store before the end of the week.
Wondering the kind of things that a lot of thirteen-year-olds worry about, but what also is unfortunately far from the worst of our problems.
Do we still have chocolate chip cookies? I don't remember. Oh, that reminds me, I should make some.
Y'know, stuff like that.
And I started getting paranoid.
What if something goes wrong?
It won't!
But what if it does?! What if her mom changes her mind and doesn't let her come over?
That won't happen. I know it won't.
No you don't. What if you let Allison see how you feel about her and she ends up resenting you for it?
She wouldn't, would she?
I don't know!
I shook my head aggressively to try and get the intrusive thoughts out of it, and tried to instead focus on my art project.
The art teacher walked around the room checking on everyone.
One of my favorite things to do to get over my anxiety attacks was to tune into other people's conversations and just listen to their gossip bullshit.
The first conversation that got my attention was the one happening right here at my table.
I had an assigned seat next to a girl who I've never spoken to, and in front of her sat her best friend.
They were talking about how the one next to me wanted to confess to her crush but was too afraid to.
I'm with you there, I thought silently.
Soon enough, we were told to clean up because the bell would be ringing in ten minutes.
So I cleaned up, washed my hands, etc, and by then the bell had rung, and so I quickly left the classroom.