So there I stood, soaked to the bones by the cold, pounding rain with Nick's strong arms around me. I smiled and shouted in joy. The football team won the championship, my best friend and I made up, and there's just one more thing that could possibly have made this moment better.
I looked into Nick's deep brown eyes, eyes all the girls said they could drown in. Who would've thought this bad boy would have a heart of gold, that he'd be even the least bit interested in me?
He smiled, his dimples showing. "I can't believe we're friends Vanessa."
"Me neither," I laughed. "Maybe now we'll stop fighting."
As soon as I finished my sentence a particularly loud clap of thunder sounded, and his grip around me tightened. He looked into my eyes, and I get this feeling that he was going to kiss me.
He leaned in, but I don't like him that way! Oh God, what am I supposed to do? Crap, crap, crap, is it okay to just step back? Is that too harsh? Should I just kiss him and act like I like him? His lips were two centimeters from mine when I reel back my hand and slap him, hard. "I'msorrybutIreallydon'tlikeyouthatway," I rambled.
He sighed in relief and said, "Oh thank God, I really hate cliches. Friends?"
I laugh, and agree with him.
