Prom Committee

Little Blonde Girl

I shook my head, "No it definitely isn't."

"It's not that difficult," he chuckled, holding it even closer to my face.

"No, I'm not going to," I whined, swatting the tool away. Beck set the sander down on the table and stepped towards me.

He studied my eyes and questioned, "Are you scared?"

I crossed my arms, and scoffed, "No."

"I don't believe that," he smirked. "You're not going to get hurt if that's what you're so worried about."

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "I'm not worried. I just don't want to."

He grinned and took another step closer, "I know you're lying Terror, so just do it."

"Fine I'll do it," I sighed. "As long as it makes you shut up."

"We'll see," he smirked.

I grabbed the sander observing the tool in my hand and then looked at the circular piece of plywood. In this moment I was well aware that I was totally out of my element. I never worked with tools, and my dad never asked me to help him with projects so I haven't had the chance to learn how they work.

"Okay," I uttered, studying the tool.

"It might help if you turn it on first," he stated.

"I knew that," I sputtered. I gazed at the sander recognizing where the on/off switch was and turned it on.

"You don't know how to use it, do you?" he chuckled.

I muttered, "No."

"Here let me show you."

He walked over to my right side and without hesitation rested his left hand on top of my right. My stomach started turning and my mind began racing back to previous moments. Then like a shot of lightning the memory of Josh teaching me how to shoot a basket was sketched into my brain. My brain has been acting pretty unusual lately.

He added, "All you really want to do is move it in circles, it's as simple as that."

"Okay," I nodded.

I did what he said and moved the sander in circles on the plywood. My eyes were steady on our hands and I didn't know what to make of it. It didn't feel completely odd, but it definitely wasn't a feeling that I was used to. I just have to remember that Beck and I are just friends, and nothing else.

"Easy, right?" he grinned.

"Yeah it is," I smiled, looking at him.

My heart stopped for a brief second because I was completely unaware of how close his face was to mine. My eyes voluntarily gazed down at his lips and then back up at his green eyes. He must have noticed my slight movement because a smirk was etched into his face. I felt my cheeks become warm as we continued to stare at each other.

What am I doing? Did I actually gaze at his lips as if I wanted to kiss him? What is wrong with you Tara?!

"Hey Beck," a young voice uttered.

I shook my head bringing me back to reality and let go of the sander as Beck did. I peered up at where the voice came from and I saw a little blonde girl standing in the doorway where the garage connected to the house.

"What's wrong?" he asked, walking to the little girl.

She softly voiced, "I was wondering if you could play with me. Mom can't because she's busy making dinner."

Beck set a hand on her small shoulder, "I can't right now. I'm working on a little project for school."

"Oh okay," she sighed. "Who's that?" she asked, poking her head around Beck pointing at me.