16 Reasons You Should Never Date A Geek Girl

Reason #9: Two Words: Couples Cosplay

Friday night after school I found myself in the front seat of Abby's car, listening to Sophie jabber on about how much fun I was going to find the con. I turned up the radio, just as Abby's cell phone rang. "Can you answer that and put it on speaker?" she asked. I did that, and a male voice said, "Hello?"

"Hey dad," Abby practically groaned.

"Abby Carson, get your butt home now," the man said.

"Dad, I've had tickets to this since March. I talked to you about this last night. You said it was fine then," she said, taking the phone from my hand and taking it off speaker. She was quiet for a while, before she shouted, "I don't care if your buddies want to come over, you have to stay sober tonight." Quiet again, "Dad I'll be back tomorrow. You can-" she stopped quiet again. "No dad. You told me last night you could handle one night. Remember. I get tonight off worrying about you!" Quiet, "Thank you. I know I get mad, but I've saved my work money for weeks for this. You know that. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"That sounded intense," I said when she hung up.

"That's my parents for you," Abby said.

"You're okay to go tonight right?" Sophie asked from the backseat.

"Yeah," Abby said, "I'll be fine."

We pulled up at a big Civic center in a town about two hours away. Abby smiled. "You ready for this?" she teased.

"Is this vest supposed to be this tight?" I asked, getting out of the car.

"Definately," Sophie said, smirking to herself as she looked at the cosplay on me. It made me feel 50 shades of awkward. Abby punched her in the arm.

"Come on," she said, "You're drooling." I followed her in, and instantly I felt sick to my stomach. Everyone was dressed in one costume or another. People were running around, taking pictures with one another, there were a few vendors out, selling old comics, new comics, figurines, merchandise. "Yes!" Abby cried, "The Star Wars Stuff Shop is here this year!" She walked off towards the booth, standing in our first line of the evening.

As we stood in line the woman in front of us turned around, facing us. "Aww," she said, "I love when people do couples cosplay. How long have you been together?"

"About a month," Abby said, shrugging, "Its his first con."

"Aww!" the woman said, "You're a con virgin?"

"Will people stop calling me a virgin?" I muttered under my breath. Abby elbowed me in the ribs.

"He's cute too," the woman added, "Where did you find him? I need to get me some good lookin' geek guy, know what I"m saying."

"He's not really a geek. He's a jock from my school I'm dating at the moment," Abby said shrugging.

"How did that happen? I mean, you're super cute and all, but..." she trailed off.

"That's a good question," Abby said, "I think he just liked me as a challenge to be honest."

"Thanks," I said to her. But the woman giggled.

Abby ended up buying a Darth Vader costume belt, and Sophie went to get a corn dog about 20 minutes later, leaving Abby and me to the wolves. "So this is what you go to all the time?" I asked, "How do you have money."

"Working," Abby said dryly, "I work at the library after school on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays for two and a half hours, and Sundays for 8 hours."

"Huh," I said, "Does that pay well?"

"Sure," she said, "I mean, as good as anything that lets you work those hours."

"Oh my gosh!" a girl, probably about 14 wearing a Captain America tee shirt said, "You guys are Clintasha! So adorbes."

"Thanks," Abby said.

"Listen, I don't mean to be wierd, but do you think you guys could kiss. I need this for my Tumblr soooo bad," she said.

"Uh," I was about to protest, but Abby turned to face me.

"You want to do this?" she asked.

"Uh, kiss you for a 14 year old girl?" I asked, which came out sounding a bit pretentious.

"You're at a con. It doesn't really count," Abby said, "I've kissed dozens of guys for teenage girls with cameras and blogs."

"Dozens?" I asked.

"Just kiss me," Abby said, her voice bitter. I swallowed nervously, then just did it.

And then everything hit me like a bus.

Her lips were soft against mine. My mind seemed to stop. It felt good. Perfect almost. I let my hand wander up to her side, pulling her close. I couldn't believe this. It was like how they explained kissing in those chick flicks I had gone with past girlfriends to see. I felt like there was no more convention. It was just Abby and I.

Abby pulled away a moment later, giving me some look. Then she grinned, "I'm not as bad of a kisser as you thought I would be, huh?"

I quickly shook my head, trying to regain consciousness. "Thanks," the girl said, skipping away.

"What?" I whispered, "Where?" It was like I couldn't form words for a moment.

"Lets go get you a corn dog, Hawkeye," Abby said, taking me hand and giggling.

That night Abby dropped me off at my place, without mentioning the kiss to Sophie, who had gotten to her place 5 minutes earlier.

"Uh, that was fun," I said. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. I felt like an idiot. What was wrong with me. Cassidy. Yeah. Think of Abby. Dang it.

"It was," Abby said, "Thanks for coming, and like, being awkward with me. I know you didn't want to kiss me or whatever, but I mean thanks for doing it."

"Anytime," I said, without thinking. Abby giggled. Then I leaned forward, kissing her again. I got the same rush I had before. When I pulled away, Abby opened her eyes and seemed shocked.

"That time I wasn't expecting it," she giggled. I smiled.

"Sorry," I said, "Uh, I should probably... "

"Yeah, you should probably..." Abby trailed off as well. I climbed out of her car.

"I'll see you, uh, later," I said.

"Monday," she said, "See yah, Will."

And before I knew it, she drove away.