As JC and I sit in the kitchen, still deciding where to put the plates, I get a text from Cassie.
“Awh, Cassie wants to spend the night at her Grandma’s tonight. Spend more time with her, ya know?” I say reading the text. “So that means I have rule in the area of plates!” I steal a plate from JC and lightly slap him in the face with it.
“Oh, really?” He sets down the plates and chases me around the kitchen, claiming that he’ll get me back.
When he catches my hand and steals my plate, he slaps my face with it, still holding his grip on my hand.
“Ahh, see! What goes around comes around!”
“You dork.” Smiling, I tucked my hair behind my ears. I felt my cheeks get hot and I bit my bottom lip. “Eh, heheh. Feel better ‘bout yourself, hun’?” I said jokingly.
“I defeated the mighty Plate-O-Night-Woman. The fiend that slaps people around… with plates...” His hand was sweaty. It was cute. I glanced down at his hand, cheeks still blushing. I guess he caught my gaze because he quickly pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair. “Haha, let’s get this done so we can film that video.
“Yeah, okay!”
Rejection. That was my first feeling. Then I was suddenly confused. Why would this adorable cutie help me unpack my kitchen for no reason? I knew JC didn’t like me. I mean, he’s way out of my league. He is super-hot. And his quirks. His smile. His… everything.
“Hey O2L! JC here! The challenge this week is to tell one of your secrets…” Gesturing towards me, he continued. “I have the evil Aubrey Pond, with me. So this is going to be fun!” He said, laughing and blushing a bit.
“So fun.” I said laughing and joking around. “God, this is a bit awkward!”
“Oh, whatever. So who’s first? You or me?” He leaned back on the couch, scratching his elbow.
“Umm, I guess I will…? I mean, I don’t have a ton of secrets.”
“You are lame.” He pushes my arm, his warm hand leaving an imprint on my sleeve. It wasn’t visible, but I could feel it even though his hand left.
“But, uhh, my secret would be… that I’m terrified of rejection. Like, I’m fine with who I am, and I love not-annoying people and talking to them. Yet, I think that them not wanting to hear me or be around me is just horrifying. Not necessarily that they’ll think I’m weird, just that they don’t want to…” My voice trailed off. I blushed, making me tuck my hair behind my ear. Sheepishly, I looked at JC. What was his reaction? I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw that smile, and felt his hand on my back.
“Aww, Aussie! I won’t ever do that! I’ll be here for you.” His palms were sweaty, and his cheeks were red.
“Thanks, JC, that means a lot.” Looking into his face, I tried to read his expressions. Welcoming, open, and generally very handsome. “So, yours?”
He moved his hand, and ran it through his hair. I’m picking up that he has many nervous habits. It’s cute.
“My secret… I fall too easily.” He winked and blushed, and wiped the palms of his hands on his ripped jeans. “I’m addicted to AriZona Tea.” He laughed lightly and looked at me. “Well, Bye everyone! See you next week and make sure to check out my video on my main, follow all of my social media websites and check out Aubrey’s videos! They are so hilarious and awesome! Bye!”
My Lord, this boy had me dying. I mean what the heck kind of message was that? Ugh, I hate people.
After JC has left, I finish editing my video and put it up on the internet. I update my twitter and check my messages as I go into the kitchen for some food.
“Hey JC, you left your jacket here. Want me to bring it over?”
“No, how about I come over. I just finished editing the video so I’m free for the night? How about we get some food, too?”
Was JC asking me out? Heheheh, I’m not. I can’t. Too many feels. Just… AHHHHHHH. I take a while to reply, making sure I get my words correct, and that I don’t have a heart attack and die. I’m such a fan girl.
“Sure J So where? I want to know if I have to plan a different outfit…” Did that sound too obvious? I’m not trying to sound desperate for God’s sake…
“I was thinking that Italian restaurant down the road. I’ll pick you up at 7 ;)”
“Hahah, okay. See you then.”
I run into my room and fling open my closet door. I pick out a short, floral dress and a cardigan. I slip back on my Toms and brush through my hair. I spray some perfume on and brush my teeth really well. Can’t help to have nice breath… can it?
Wait, why am I so excited? I’m not even sure this is an actual date. He might just be hungry and I was the only one available to drag outside. I might even have to pay. Ugh. I hate people.
I sit on my couch check twitter. I see Ricardo’s tweet: @jccaylen I just hope you don’t freeze on your date tonight… ;). What. Did. I. Just. Read? DATE?!?!?! Just before I pressed the RT button, JC rings the doorbell.
“Hello, JC! Wow, you look very handsome!” I tried really hard not to sound creepy… or anything at all. If I didn’t show any emotion he wouldn’t pick up on how nervous and excited I am for our “date”.
“Well, thanks, but you look lovely tonight. Here,” He offered me his hand, “Let’s go.” Smiling like an idiot, I walked down the driveway with his hand in mine, and only let go when he opened the door for me.
“You really do look nice.” I say, trying to get my flirt on. He really did, though. The light his face just the right way and it spread across his grey polo shirt and dark jeans.
“You are too kind.” He said winking. My heart skipped a beat. “I’ve been thinking about this… What if I were to tell you that I kind of like you?”
