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"Hey,"

"Hi!" She offered a bright smile, which made me smirk automatically.

"So. You're ready?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good. Because we're gonna have some fun."

"Oh, is that? What's in for me?"

"Emilia,"

"I never told you I wanted to have fun, Ethan."

I held the bridge of my nose from laughing. "You're trouble."

She got into the car.

Then, she gave me the silent ride treatment she always does by humming. Then, she sighed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's been a rough day at school."

"Sorry. Wanna talk about it?"

"Nope. What I do wanna talk about right now is where we're going to."

I chuckled. "You're so smart. How'd you know we were gonna change locations today?"

"I was supposed to. I mean, you never show up at my locker on a random morning and then tell me about taking me out to dinner."

"What can I say? I do my homework."

"I see." She chuckled also.

"But seriously Ethan, where are we heading towards?"

"A couple of places. The bowling center, a cozy restaurant, and then, the movies."

"Wow. That's a lot."

"Well, it's Friday." I shrugged.

"You're not as dumb as I thought." She said in an as-a-matter-of-fact way.

"Of course. If you call being cum laude dumb, then I agree."

She laughed. And I joined.

"Seriously, Emily. I wanted us to talk."

"Ah. Is something wrong?"

"Not at all. I mean, we've been friends for months now and you should know how I talk to you when something is wrong."

"You're right."

"You know, 7 months of friendship is a good amount of time."

"It's 7 months already?" I faked a surprise not because I wanted to, but because I was flustered that she remembered.

"Yeah, it is."

"That's cool."

We pulled up at the bowling center.

"You should've told me about coming to the bowling center. I'm bad at choosing shoes, and you know that."

"I'm sorry. But this alley provides bowling shoes if that's what you're scared about."

"Not just that, my dress."

"What's wrong with your dress? It's perfect."

She wore a lime green, short dress that sat on her skin perfectly. Then, she let down her very dark and long hair and it felt good to look at her.

"It's not a bowling attire, Ethan."

"Emily, I don't know what you're talking about but this is okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Come on."

When we got in, I held her hand. This time, she didn't hesitate as she would always do. Instead, she smiled. People stared at us, normally because I'm always the center of attraction wherever I go. This time around, she was the reason for the stares.