Virtually In Love With You

Forever Alone

"So… you fix cars?”

Claire nodded. We were  walking along New York, holding hands. I almost squealed when she took it.

A manly squeal of course.

“Oh, god yeah,” Claire exclaimed. “I love it. It’s one of my favorite past times.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

We were quiet for a minute.

“Your best friends are Joe and Eric?”

“Yeah. They make my life worth living,” she grinned. “But really, I love ‘em to pieces. I share an apartment with them.”

“Really? That’s cool.”

Then I stumbled and almost got ran over by a taxi.

Smooth, Nate. Smooth.

“Are you okay?” she asked, looking slightly frantic.

“I’m fine,” I reassured her, standing up. “Just, you know, embarassed.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I almost got ran over by a taxi. In fron of a girl.”

She snickered. “Don’t worry, I’m not put off.”

So if she said that, ‘put off’, that meant she had to be put on to be put off, which meant in girl code that she liked me.

Right?

We were now in a sort of deserted alleyway (don’t ask me how we got there, I don’t know) and I realized I wanted to kiss her.

Well.

I had wanted to kiss her before, but now I really wanted to kiss her.

And so I romantically pressed her against the wall and kissed the living daylights out of her.

So there we were, basically swallowing each other’s tongues (the romantic way to put it, I know) when someone said,

“Damn. She scored.”

“He’s hawt.”

“Uh, yeah.”

I pulled back, deciding to yell at whoever had so rudely interrupted us.

There were two guys that looked remarkably good, with perfect hair and matching clothes and- okay, you get the idea.

“Joe and Eric,” Claire whispered to me.

“Oh,” I whispered back.

“This is where our apartment is,” she murmured.

“Oh,” I murmured back.

“Aw, look, their at the whispered conversation stage!” One exclaimed.

“Adorbs,” the other cooed.

“Eric, Nate,” she pointed to the blonde haired one. “Joe, Nate.” She pointed to the dark haired one.

“Erm, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking their what looked like manicured hands.

“Of course,” Eric replied, flashing me a smile. “Lovely to meet you.”

Claire tugged my shirt. “Sorry, boys, but we were kinda in the middle of something.”

“We saw,” Joe giggled.

“Girlfriend, he’s hot,” Eric informed her, sending her a wink.