Turning Sixteen

Chapter 4: Destination and flashbacks

"Oh Gawds! This can't be you, Amy. You look so stunning! I thought you were going to wear a short dress." She said eyeing me.

"Stop gaping at me like that! I like this better, you know. And thanks." I chuckled and we drove off.

"Wasn't Newland's first called Ocean's?" I asked.

"Yeah, the guy changed the name, cause his girlfriend didn't like it." Ellen sneered.

"Wow. That's hilarious."

The girlfriend thing brought back old memories of me and Michael.

----Flashback----

At KFC, 23rd Street, New York

"How about two saucy chicken wings?"

"Nah, that would be too caramelised." I scrunched up my nose.

"Fiery wings?" he frowned. The waiter stared at both of us, as to why we took so long to decide. After all, it's a matter of what goes in, you have to be particular however long it takes, I believe.

"Two saucy chicken wings buckets, please." I decided finally.

"I thought Saucy wings were way too caramelised." He taunted.

"Oh yeah. But you see, compromising." I grinned.

"Well I know why." He put on his sly smile, the one which was cunning. I knew something unexpected was coming up. "Because, nothing can be more saucier then you." He winked.

"LOL. Nice pick up line." I said air quoting.

"That wasn't a pick up by the way. You're already mine, you see."

I froze. I just couldn't believe my ears. Just because, he never spoke about his feelings. Never.

I just smiled. That's all I could think of doing.

"You heard of the dance?" he asked mid-way his second wing.

"The Christmas one?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Clarisse is going in with Tyler, Justin told me." He spoke.

"Good." I sipped my coke. "What??" I questioned all of sudden, actually hearing what he said.

"Yeah. And Adam said that he wasn't coming in with anyone. Not even with Rebecca."

"And Why not?" I asked, reluctantly.

We were actually having the girl talk.

"He says he doesn't find Rebecca his type. Like he wants to go to the next level, but she's like let's get older. He found himself...better single."

"Oh, that's sad." We finished eating and I left two out of my six wings. He finished them all. He paid the bill and we left.

"Let's not drive back." I suggested. He stared at me like I was stupid, and closed the car door.

"Yeah, sure." We walked through the Night-engulfed streets. The moonlight perfectly complimenting his shirt colour.

"You look good today." He said, smiling.

"Is this much of picking not enough?" I laughed, blushing. "You too."

"That's a good one from a girl." He teased.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

We just walked, silently. The crickets chirped noisily near Mr Jones's garden as we walked past. We found an empty bench two blocks away from a small drink centre. I asked him for a drink. I bought two cans of Pepsi and handed them to him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, stopping me half way.

"Got to pay."

"I'll do that." He stood up handing the cans to me.

"No, no, it's fine. You paid it at KFC. Let me, here." He locked eyes with me, but looked away and I went. He waited there until I came and we walked again.

We dropped the idea of sitting on the bench. We reached a silent but well lit corner of Fifth Avenue. We stood there, hearing the speakers blaring from the nearby house. Probably where an over-partied teen lived.

"So, like to come with me for the dance?" he asked.

"No." I replied.

"OK." he looked away.

"Sorry, but I'm already going with Michael."

"Then I ought to be Michael." He smirked.

"Oh well you are." I chuckled. Our eyes locked and we held our gaze.We held hands. He left my hand and pulled me closer. The thing I like about Michael is that he never forces me. Nor is he like Adam, that his only concern is physical relations. The very next thing I knew that happened was that his lips were on my forehead, and he planted a soft kiss. I frowned.

"What?" he said, fakingly disturbed.

"Nothing. Could be better." I smirked.

He didn't speak. His lips simply rested on mine. He wasn't canoodling or all over me either. It was a gentle kiss. I didn't look up, as we pulled apart. I was crying.

"Holy freaking shit!" he jumped. "What happened?" he asked, softly.

"Just don't leave me. Ever. Please." I broke into baby sobs.

"Hey, hey, hey. I won't. I promise. Never. Okay? Now just stop crying, please. I can't see you cry." He caressed my wavy hair.

"Don't leave me." I said.

"I won't." He hugged me. "Never."

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