Let's Play Pretend

II. It's Not a Date

"It's amazing, isn't it?" I smiled down at the ice cream Andrew insisted that I try. He was right. It was amazing. But I was not about to admit to anything.

"Eh, it's alright."He flicked his eyes up to me.

"You're lying. You love it. And your teeth are pink." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I like having my teeth pink."

"Uhuh, sure." He smirked at me over his ice cream cup, twirling his spoon around. "Now was this date really that bad?"

"It's not a date."

"You're still saying that, are you?"

"Yes, I am. There's no point in us dating because we're just going to have to say  good-bye at the end of the week."

"Not if you tell me where you're from. Or what college you're going to next year." I shook my head.

"That gets rid of the whole mystery factor."

"Whatever you say. But we could save each other a whole ass oad of heart break here."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do." He shook his head.

"Well, it's getting chilly out here. Want me to help you find your friends?"

"Oh! Yeah, I should get back to them." I'd completely forgotten about them until now. That was the first time that I'd forgot about my friends. My friends were my whole world. I never thought that I'd forget about them.

Andrew stood and took my now empty ice cream cup and brought it over to a near trash bin, letting it fall to the bottom along with his own cup.

"So, you still never answered my question." 

"What question?" I asked. I was very aware of the fact that his shoulder kept bumping against mine as we walked. I wondered if he noticed it too. 

"Why would such a pretty girl, such as yourself, be cooped up in the bookstore on a beautiful night like tonight when there are plenty of parties going on. And your friends are at them."

"That's exactly why."

"What? You don't like your friends?" I shook my head. 

"No, I love my friends. I don't like parties."

"And let me guess. Your friends are all about parties and they just don't get that you're not up for the party scene of spring break. That you'd rather get cozy on the beach with a good book and some good music." I stopped and stared at him. I didn't say anything. I just stared. No one has ever, ever, been that right about me. He understood. He understood. Andrew smirked. 

"Dead on, wasn't I?" I nodded, not knowing what else to do. He laughed. "Knew it." 

"How'd you know?" I asked, continuing to walk again. The shock of his perfect prediction fading slightly as we walked further away. Andrew shrugged in response to my question. 

"You're pretty much like me. But personally, I'd be in the record store for a bit longer."

"Well, I was going to stay up there next for longer but I got interrupted by someone."

"Lucky for you, you were interrupted by a strikingly, boyishly handsome someone." I shook my head. And he just laughed. "Okay, so where are your friends?"

 "Well, I'm here with three people. One of them isn't here yet. The other two dragged me out here. One of them is probably off making out with her boyfriend who she met up here and that's annoying-"