Perfect (Book 1)

Boyfriend

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I don't know why, but I really like this chapter. I find it both amusing and adorable. I mean, I feel that way about the whole story, but this chapter. specifically the last half, is probably one of my favorites so far. And the fact that I wrote it at 4 in the morning is probably why I love it so much. My brain gets so weird when i'm tired. So, enjoy!

Chapter 9

After Scott's manager opened the freezer door and yelled at him for taking a break during his shift, I decided it would be best if I headed home.

I wasn't sure of the status of our relationship at this point, but I decided to wait until he wasn't working to bring it up.

I had texted Kirstie before I left, telling her about the index cards, and she promised she'd be at my house after she got out of work to hear the details.

As promised, she was waiting in my room, and she sat with wide eyes as I explained it all to her, smiling and feeling breathless again at the retelling. When I was done, she basically squealed as she hugged me.

"I'm so proud of you!" She exclaimed.

I pulled away, furrowing my eyebrows at her, "Proud? I mean, I understand being happy for me, but why proud?" I inquired.

She sighed, "Because, you came out of your comfort zone for someone you care about. Whether you believe it or not, you do care about him. You wouldn't have taken care of him while he was sick, or made the index cards if you didn't," she explained.

"But I only took care of him to—"

"Mitchell!" She exclaimed boldly, pointing a finger at me, "Don't start with me, and just accept it," she ordered.

"Ok whatever. How do I know if we're...together or not? I don't want to make assumptions but it seems weird to ask," I explained.

"Just talk to him about it. Communication is key," she informed me, and I nodded in response.

"Ok, but—" I was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing.

"Is it him?" Kirstie asked excitedly.

"No, I forgot to exchange numbers with him," I replied sheepishly before answering, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mitchell Grassi?" A female voice asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Hi, my name is Angela. I'm the co-manager at Leo's Coney Island in the mall. I'm scheduling interviews for Wednesday afternoon. Are you available at 6pm?" Angela explained.

My eyes widened. I'd completely forgotten that I had applied at countless places in the mall. "Yes, that'd be great," I blurted out.

"Alright. I'll see you then. Have a nice day," Angela replied.

"Thanks, you too," I stated before hanging up, "I have a job interview at Leo's," I informed Kirstie.

"Wow, a new boo and possibly a new job, see what happens when you don't have a schedule?" She commented.

She was right, but I still couldn't help but feel weird at the mention of my schedule. Kirstie apparently noticed my change in demeanor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult your schedule," she stated meekly.

I shook my head, pulling myself out of my daze, "Don't worry about it I just...zoned out," I muttered before smiling at her.

After she left, I showered and watched Spongebob with some hot tea, and sat wondering why I hadn't gotten Scott's number. Because all I could think about was the way his lips felt against mine, and I didn't even have to make it up anymore.