"You're Hilarious" I state, "I Said No" I laugh.
"No, You Didn't Give Me An Answer, There's A Difference" he smirks.
"This is kinda awkward" I say.
"No it isn't! I find it nice" he objects with a glint of childishness to it.
"We're in the middle of a guys public bathroom." I say blankly at him.
"True" he hesitates, "very true".
"Yeah" I say
"Wanna go get a milkshake?" he asks.
"I need to get a dress straight after wards though." I conclude.
"Great! it's a date!" he exclaims pulling me by the hand out of the bathrooms through the mall.
"Wait!" I say.
"We're almost there!" he exclaims rushing us through the building.
"Dude" I say.
He brushes me off again.
"Stop!" I grit my teeth ripping my hand from his grip. He turns to face me and I wince.
"Don't hurt me" I surrender.
"Why'd we stop?" he brushes off my request.
"This is not a date!" I exclaim, this time I am the one pulling His hand as we slide through the mall.
I stop when we reach the food court and he stops me in our tracks.
"Yes it it!" he says matter-of-factly.
He grabs my hand and pulls me over to Mc Donald's.
"Maccas?" I ask with confusion.
"They make amazing chocolate milkshakes" he states as if its the most obvious thing in the entire world. I smile.
"Okay, I trust you." I laugh. "This isn't a date" I say.
"Yes it is" he smirks.
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is!"
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is!"
"No it isn't!"
"No It Isn't"
"Yes it is!" I instantly slap my forehead as the jerkbutt tricked me.
"Pastella" I say with a smile.
"Isaac" he shakes my hand.
The line was a short 10 people long so we had a boric time to wait.
He looks at my face closely fixing a loose strand of hair out of my face,
"I like you better with your hair like this" he stops. "You know, up" he smiles in admiration.
"Okay" I say weirdly.
"Instead of having most if your hair covering your face entirely... yeah" he stutters shyly.
"Why do you prefer it like this?" I ask.
"Because I can see your bruit full face clearly" he says nicely.
"Asshole" I sneer hiding my smile and tucking away my butterflies.
"Bitch" he snickers.
"But seriously, will you be my date?" he asks referring to the following Friday formal.
"Sure" I state
"Really?" he asks enthusiastically.
"No" I smile.
