𝗔𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗯𝗼𝗶𝘀 was a total 'grump.' Majoring in pastry arts, her irritated and seemingly negative personality drove people away, like maybe she had a disease of her own. She had her own little circle of friends that she could trust, it...
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Locking the door behind me and Adeline, we were suddenly hit with a wave of cool, brisk air. Breathing out you could see your breath. Whenever it was cold enough, you just had to bring out your inner child.
"Look Adeline!" I called out, breathing out a big breath. "I'm a dragon!" I laughed playfully while she mimicked my actions, playing into my boyish nature.
Looking at the time, I realized we needed to keep walking to the bus. I wasn't too concerned however, as it was only down the block. Leading her to the bus stop, I took her hand. All I could focus on was her hand in mine, fitting comfortably. Much to my displeasure we walked in silence majority of the time. I wanted to break the conversation so badly, but how do you bring up that you want to take everything a step further with someone? God that sounds so childish, what am I, 16?
I mean we do things that girl and guy friends don't normally do. Just going off the top of my head I don't think "friends" walk with each other just because, nor do I think they bring each other dinner. I mean we were just right there and the conversation was bound to come up sooner or later, so why not now?
As I opened my mouth, she began speaking. "Are you free on the 8th?"
"Of November?" I paused to do the math in my head, "What is that, a Friday? I should be free, why?"
She continued, "I was wondering if you'd like to come to my baking competition, to watch me bake."
"Of course! But on one condition."
"And that condition is?"
"I get to eat what you make afterwards."
She giggled, "After the judges score it, it's all yours. So you're coming, yes?"
I hummed in affirmation.
"My mom will also be there, so will Marie, you'll be the third," Adeline mentioned, beginning to swing our conjoined hands.
"So this invitation is only to the closest of people in your life?" I questioned, wanting to tease her.
But my teasing was futile as her simple comebacks were my kryptonite. "Yeah, I guess so." I was considered someone close to her? I could feel my chapped lips stretching into a stupid smile. I knew this was the perfect time.
We sat under the bus stop, the glass somewhat protecting us from the cold. Me and her sat so close together, you'd suspect us to be penguins. Maybe we shouldn't have left so quickly, we still have an estimated 7 minutes before the bus arrives. Give or take, the times weren't always accurate.
Keeping my voice hushed, I began conveying my feelings. Stumbling here and there, I got what I wanted across. "I want you to be mine," I confessed, barely audible. Despite us huddling together for warmth, I could feel my body getting cold. Embarrassment began creeping in, this was stupid. I should just throw myself in front of the bus when it pulls up.
