Tabitha tilted her head and stared at me, causing everything in my stomach to twist and turn.
"Tabitha Camilla Thompson- why are you staring at me like that?" I asked with a small blush rushing across my cheeks.
"You're so pretty," she said in a whi...
"She's rude" Madison huffed from the kitchen counter, "so are you! And she's just confident" Sophie, who was actually in this apartment for the first time in months defended.
I was walking around the house getting ready for work when Madison came home from some hang out with Sophie and some girl from my school who's in Madison's grade.
It feels like all of Madison's friends go to my school and she's just stuck at Bridgewell until further notice.
Honestly, I believe the only reason the SVA middle schoolers are even friends with Madison or acknowledge her existence at the very least is because they all hang out at the same place. Kelly's. It's like a preteen wasteland or some shit.
I wish I would've worked at Kelly's instead of Diary Queen- I honestly would've made more money due to the prepubescent boys in the place.
"Yeah yeah- you just like her because she's rich like you" Madison took a bit of her apple as Sophie groaned rather loudly, "She's really nice Mads- you'd like her".
"She's a TV popular girl".
"Nothing's wrong with that..."
"Yes, there is".
"You're a TV nice girl but we don't make fun of you"
Madison let out a fake dramatic gasp, I know it's fake because by now, I can read Madison like a book- and it's not that she doesn't like Olivia- some girl Sophie's trying to make Madison's friend, Madison's jealous.
I can tell.
But she'd never exactly admit it unless you made her.
"I am not a TV nice girl!" Madison protested. When she's jealous she tries to change the topic to make it seem like she's offended.
I slowly drifted out of the two's conversation and focused on getting ready for work. The business had been a little slow lately, but it wasn't like I was trying to look good for the customers- I mean, I kind of was, but I was trying to look good for Tabitha- since every day after work, she comes and picks me up.
Which is one of many sweet things Tabitha does.
I do have to admit, no matter how sweet she is, I've been nervous as hell to ask her out.
Like- what if I ask her out and she was planning on asking me out so then we just have two plans and don't know what to do and what if she just likes me and doesn't actually want to become anything serious and why do I always overthink this...?
Was I always like this? All overthink-y and shit? Or did this happen the moment I met Tabitha?
The odds of the two of us thinking about asking each other out on the same day are slim, and what's even more slim is all the remaining brain cells in my head.
Maybe I didn't need to overthink this- maybe I just needed to be patient with myself. Don't overthink it, Max... I sighed internally, Tabitha's probably going through the same thing right now...
My heart did a tiny leap at the thought of Tabitha, causing me to smile.
God I couldn't wait to see her. . . . "So you're just going to lay on my chest and not let me drive?" Tabitha questioned with a chuckle as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. I smiled, with one of my hands playing with her hair and the other gently touching hers, I just nodded a little.
"Well as much as I love this" she began, "I have a curfew, remember?"
"No you don't you live with me" I replied back- to which she just laughed again, "My parents are going to kill the both of us, ya know"
"Mmm we can be like Rachel and Juliet" I replied.
"Rachel and Juliet?" Tabitha repeated.
"The sapphic versions of Romeo and Juliet" I smiled at her- she wrinkled her nose jokingly, "I don't think I like the thought of dying before I even get to kiss you".
That made my cheeks flush red- because even though we had confessed we liked each other weeks ago, nothing further than cuddles or forehead kisses- had happened.
Maybe if this were Harmony, the prospect of not being kissed after like two and a half weeks would scare me- but this is Tabitha.
And as long as I'm near her- I'm okay with no kissing- it's not like I've ever actually kissed anyone anyways.
Exact maybe Ethan Harris from the sixth grade- but that was a spin-the-bottle kiss.
Therefore, by my logic, it doesn't count.
Noticing my sudden pause, Tabitha tried to laugh what she'd said off, "I-I'm just kidding like we don't have to kiss if you don't want to I was just like saying-"
I looked up, "Tabitha".
"Hm?"
"Can I kiss you?" I asked boldly- what the hell? No- no, take it back Max you're not ready for a kiss- god why is she so cute when she's shocked- why is my heart beating so fast?
Wait- stop overthinking. Stop overthinking Max...
In my mind I quickly decided then that for once, I'd act on impulse.
"L-like right now?" she asked.
Instead of answering, I sat myself up so I was now sitting straight on her lap with my face a few inches away from hers.
I drew in a breath of air, gently cupping her face with my hand, "is this okay?" I ask, pulling her head a little bit closer to mine, looking into my blue eyes with her brown ones, she slowly nodded. Our faces were so close together that our foreheads were touching and our lips were so close together that I could practically feel hers on mine, "what about now?" I asked, closing my eyes.
She didn't answer, instead, she closed the gap between our lips by pressing her soft lips onto mine, causing a wave of butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Our lips moved in sync for a while and her hands made their way to my waist, sending a small shiver down my spine.
When the two of us had pulled away, our foreheads stayed pressed together.
I sat there with a dumb grin on my face- I just kissed Tabitha Thompson! We just kissed! And I was intimidated by it!!
"Max" Tabitha finally spoke.
"Hm?"
"Do you wanna go on a date with me this Saturday- like ice skating or something?"
"Of course, I do" My grin grew wider.
It wasn't until Tabitha took me home and the two of us shared another kiss before I went into the apartment- that I had a realization.
I don't know how to ice skate. . . . Same Max- same. Anyways, guess who stayed up all night like a dumb ass so now she has to walk through the day looking like a zombie? This bitch is right here!
Anyways, you'll know the drill, the question of the the day: what's your comfort food?
Mine is probably chicken and rice (damn it's too early in the morning for me to be thinking about food). . . .
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