Okay so.. Hi! I don't think I have much to say here. I think I'm starting to get back on track, update things in about the right amount of time. I've been kinda busy and stressed with swimming, but I'll be alright. We might put my bird down tomorrow.. She seems to be getting worse (what happened in the first place is a long story but if you wanna know ask me and I'll tell you!) so we don't want her to suffer anymore. And then, well.. my boyfriend just broke up with me. I'm okay right now, he was nice about it, I get why he did it, I might feel worse in a day or two when reality kicks in. I waited months for him to ask me out or to even like me the slightest bit but.. you're not here to be my therapist.
So how are you guys liking the story? Is it coming along okay? If you have any ideas, suggestions, comments or encouragement, please comment! I'd love to see what y'all have to say. Thanks for even bothering with my story!
Disclaimer: I mean you've never seen me and James Dashner in the same room....
"You don't expect me to slather that stuff on me, do you?" Minho gave a worrisome glance at my face then back at the glow in the dark paint. Oh dear God I still couldn't believe he was talking to me, that I grabbed him hand, that I pulled him over here, that he was talking to meeee. And that I was (occasionally) talking to him like holy crap since when do I talk?
"Do you want to be boring?"
"I'm never boring!"
"You are if you don't have paint on you." If you sass me I might as well sass back!
Minho just simply grunted, so I took that as his approval. There were people that would paint the people, and that's good, because I didn't want him to look crappy due to my hands. But I also hate waiting so that girl better hurry up.
"Okayyy.. close your eyes," the girl said.
"Uh, why?" Minho inquired, seemingly losing his patience.
"Just do it. You want that pretty face of yours visible, correct?" Minho just grunted again and closed his eyes.
Suddenly I got an idea. Might've been stupid, maybe not, I was going to do it anyway. I leant over next to the girl's ear and whispered my request. She grinned and nodded, handing me the blue paint.
I bit my lip while grinning, getting close to Minho's face. I started drawing lines on his cheeks, three on each side.
Damn, why am I so close? Anxiety suddenly flowed through me, and my face got immensely heated. My stomach lurched as well, butterflies fluttering around.
Grow up, Olivia I commanded myself. He's just a boy and you're just a girl.. painting whiskers on him.
Adding a circle on his nose as a finishing touch, I stepped back and set the things down. The teenager opened his eyes and scrunched his nose (in an adorable way).
"What the shuck did you put on my face?" Minho interrogated.
The artist girl just shrugged her shoulders, "was just doing my job." Then she turned around and I almost missed the smirk planted on her face.
Minho raised an eyebrow in her direction, then looked back at me.
"Well, whatev- Hey are you sick?"
My hands instinctively flew up to my cheeks, feeling a bit of hotness.
It was me blushing wasn't it?
SHIT WHAT DO I SAY? I can't just say, "oh I was super close to your face and I've had this huge crush on your for who knows how long and you're really hot so that made my face really hot- blushing wise, I did not get pretty suddenly."
Or could I?
Nah I won't risk it.
"O-oh it's just uhm, kinda hot in here, you know, with all the people and.. such." Smooooth.
