Oliver and Joslyn

II

Oliver

woah.

i can't believe this is actually happening.
It's not every day that you run an errand for your mom and end up rescuing a pretty girl.
She's really pretty.
and her arm is so soft.

"Hello?"

Crap.
She's talking to me.
I don't know how to talk to girls.

I look up.

"S-sorry. D-d-did you-"

Stop talking.
stuttering a lot.
Like a lot.
Take a deep breath.
Slow.

I inhale and exhale as quickly as a snail runs a mile.

Try again.
Slowly.

"Did you s-say something?"

That was a little better.
Not much better.
But sort of.

"I was just wondering if you were actually going to call the police?"

I didn't think of that...
Probably.

"Yep."

"Oh." Her gaze drops back to our feet.

Maybe she's embarrassed about what happened.

I look down with her. Her shoes are white converse. They are surprisingly clean. Really clean.

"I l-like your.... shoes."

"Thanks. I like them too, I'm Joslyn, by the way."

"Oliver."

Awkward silence.

"Ya know, our names t-together makes oj."

She looks at the ground again.

That was stupid.

" L-like orange juice."

She smiles.

"So.... What school do you g-go to?"

"There's only one high school in town."

"R-right. I knew that."

She breathes out what sounds like a laugh, then quickly looks up.
"This is it." She points to the cute little house on our right.

"Then let me walk you to the door."