How to get me a boyfriend

Step 9: create sand-valanche

If Matteo knew the effort I put into making us a thing, he would've immediately asked me out. I sat on my beach towel, hoping that O'brian would show up. To be honest, I had doubts that he would.  After twenty minutes had passed, I officially declared that the guy was a douchebag and an asshole.

I was even begging him to be my frenemy and he was acting all big and mighty. I didn't need him, all I needed to do was confess my feelings to Matteo and maybe he might feel the same way. As I stood up to leave, I saw O'brian approaching me, his golden blond hair flowing in the wind.

He decided to wear a white tank top with Jean shorts. He looked blissful and not like the usual cranky O'brian but of course, once he opens his mouth, my thoughts about him would change.

"O'brian, what took you so long?"

"I hope you know you didn't give me a specific time." Oh yeah, then it's my mistake. "Um... how long did you wait?"

"Not more than twenty minutes." He nodded slowly.

"Um, Kendall, I want to apologize for yesterday. I wasn't myself and I poured my anger on you."

"As long as you came, your sins have been forgiven." I sat back down and gestured for him to sit beside me. He hesitated but awkwardly bent down and sat. "And hey, my offer from yesterday is still up."

"Oh."

"Well, we won't act as super duper besties forever and ever but still wouldn't act like we want to tear each other to pieces." I held out my hand to shake on that.

"Rule number two, no physical contact." I frowned, pulling my hand back. O'brian was back. "Why did you call me out today?"

"To clear the air and to be sure if you agreed to my deal."

He kept quiet, lowering his gaze to the sand. "It's still a no, Kendall."

"But... why?"

"I have my reasons Kendall." He looked at me with sad eyes. He was still keeping stuff from me and hardly, I didn't blame him. We just made ourselves frenemies today.

"I respect that. But does that also mean you won't help me be with Matteo." He shook his head, smiling a little bit.

"No, I'll help you." I felt elated, giving him a toothy grin. "Gosh, close your mouth." I frowned, smacking him on his head. "No physical contact." I raised my hand to smack him again but he caught it, his eyes darkening. "You need to start obeying your rules or I'll start disobeying them too."

I was dumbfounded. What was with that look and the voice? "Were you possessed by a demon just now?" He let go of my hand, looking confused. "You looked scary." His expression changed and he looked sullen. "O'brian?"

"So what can I do to help you get on the love boat with Matteo?"

"I want to know what he likes and where he goes to so when we bump into each other, I'll show of my acting skills. I'm an impeccable actor if you didn't know but now, now you know." I winked. O'brian explained how Matteo was in love with s'mores and kebabs then an idea popped into my head.

"How about we do a bonfire party? I've never actually seen any teens around here, is there an explanation for this?"

"Well, this town is mostly inhabited with grannies and new parents that decided to start life in a quiet secluded area," he answered. "It's like an escape place from all the bustling and noise of the city."

"So what is your family doing here?"

"They also came here to escape," he muttered quietly. "So, is there any other thing you want to learn about the town? Or Matteo?"

"Yeah," I cleared my throat, feeling a lot shy because of the question I was about to ask. "Do you think... Matteo finds me... attractive?" His eyes widened and the blush on my cheek increased. He stared at me for too long, I'm sure trying to determine if I looked more human or goat. I tucked my hair behind my ear, waiting for his response.

"I'm sure he does," he said slowly. My lips curved into a smile. He cleared his throat, looking away. "Is that all? I have somewhere to be."

"No you don't," I deadpanned. He turned to me, shocked.

"A-and how do you know?"

"I read minds, did you forget?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"As a matter of fact, I'm actually very busy today."

"Doing what?" I challenged. I saw him gulp which amused me.

"What?"

"Doing what O'brian?"

"Do you know how to make sandcastles?" He asked trying to change the topic.

"Don't you dare—"

"I'm actually an expert," he interrupted, running around the beach to look for a bucket. When he found it, he filled it up with sand and water then flipped it over. Instead of making a sandcastle, he made a sand-valanche. I face palmed myself, walking over to him.

"Don't tell me you've never made a sandcastle before?" I bent down, remaking the sand castle for him. "Tadaa. It doesn't require a diploma to make a sandcastle."

"You're mistaken Kendall, I have made a sandcastle before. And as a matter of fact, I was the best at it in kindergarten." I nodded my head, acting like I believed him. After we did a sandcastle making competition (which I won), it turned into an argument about who was faster between the both of us which ended up as a race back home but by using several detours.

The adrenaline in our blood cooled down but it was too late because we were huffing and puffing like mad men. "So, when would the bonfire and s'mores take place?"

"Anytime of your choice," he replied.

"Could you ask Matteo when he is free so maybe we could set the date for next tomorrow?" O'brian nodded. The rest of the walk home was peaceful and I couldn't wait for next tomorrow.

We got to my house and I waved O'brian goodbye before walking up to it. Right before I climbed up the stairs to my porch, he called out for me. "You know Kendall, I was thinking."

"Yeah?"

"I might not come over to tell you if he's free or not so..." he looked away, scratching his nape.

"What's making you all blushy and awkward? Spit it out." When he didn't respond, I walked up to him, opening his mouth. "Your tongue seems okay, so why are you nonverbal?"

"Your number," he whispered. My brows furrowed, trying to catch what he said.

"You need to speak louder, I'm clearly not Dolores from encanto. She's obviously cooler." My patience was running low and I wanted to go to my room so badly and take a shower.

"I asked for your number Kendall. And don't dive deep into this, it's for the sole purpose of calling you only about matchmaking, nothing else." My mind flew through all the books I've read that this kind of thing happened. If I lashed out on him again, we probably wouldn't make up. But if I gave him my number, what could happen?

"Kendall?" He called.

"Okay," I agreed. He slowly handed me his phone and I tapped in my number.

"Only for matchmaking. Pinky promise?" He twisted his pinky finger with mine. I waved again and walked towards my house, turning on the door knob and walking into the house.