Ninety-Nine Ways To Get A Girl -Kiss The Girl
#4. Manners work Miracles.
I was walking home with Alex and Remy from Risco's Diner. Risco had eventually walked into his diner to see what was going on, and of course set everyone back to work. Risco was a tall, muscular guy who had no hair, and always wore a white apron. He wasn't married, and all we knew Risco's Diner was the only thing he had. Everyone loved him though, but he never truly opened up to anyone. He's still a mystery. Only to get back to the point I was walking home from Risco's with Alex and Remy when we pasted three girls walking in the opposite direction. "Want to pick up some ladies?" Remy grinned cheerily as he yelled to the girls, "Wait up!" Alex laughed and followed Remy as he ran toward the girls. I sighed and followed as well, whatever Remy had to say to these girls would get us all slapped. Maybe I should tell him how manners work miracles, or maybe not. Alex had already caught up to the girls, and was talking to the strawberry blonde already. She didn't seem to be to tall, and she was blushing a bright red. Remy was talking to another blonde girl. She had this, "Oh my gosh get him away from me," face. I walked up behind them seeing the brown haired girl just standing looking over her cell phone. "Hello." I said loudly enough for her to hear. She looked up and seemed to be examining me before she replied.
"Hello." She slowly put her phone away and stood still watching me.
"How are you tonight?" I asked her hoping to make conversation. I heard Alex on the side of me a few steps away talking about bench pressing, and Remy was trying out a joke. Which actually got the girl to giggle as he stumbled over it.
#5. Girls love to laugh. Tell them a joke, and get them warmed up.
"I'm fine and you?" The brown haired girl asked me. I took the opportunity to look her over. Her brown hair was choppy and long. She had bright golden\brown eyes, and looked to be about five foot three. I also noticed slight freckles that would barley stand out if she had not been standing under a streetlight.
"I'm fine." I mused glancing back at Remy to make sure the girl wasn't about to slap him.
"What's your name?" The girl asked me as she took a step closer to me.
"Xabier, and yours?"
"Oh, Unique name. Mine is Bridget."
"Your name suites you." I said and looked back at her. She seemed interested, but only slightly.
"Oh really? How?" Bridget asked me.
"You just look like a Bridget I suppose." I answered back after a moment of silence. She nodded and seemed to dismiss the subject. "So where are you going?" I asked noticing it was about eleven o'clock at night.
She looked over at the strawberry blonde who motioned to her and then replied, "With ya'll I suppose." I looked over to Alex who was suddenly walking my way.
"Be right back." Bridget nodded and started to walk away with the strawberry blonde. The other blond was still talking to Remy. "Where are we going?" I asked him once he was in talking range.
"We are going to Liam's party right down the block." I nodded, and once Remy and the blonde who's name was Carrie was brought up to what was going on we left. While we were walking I also found out the strawberry blonde's name was Rebecca. Rebecca was like the leader of the group and the other two girls really just hung back. She and Alex pretty much talked the entire way to Liam's party. Remy and Carrie joked the entire way, and Bridge and I stayed quiet. I walked with my head down and my hands in my pocket. Bridget was on the phone texting. It wasn't a long walk, and we were all there before no time. The music blasted to, "Kryptonite." By Three Doors Down. I seriously thought we would all be blown away with how loud the music was. Bridget looked up at me as I looked down at her. The other four were already coupled and heading into the party. "Would you like to come into the party with me?" She smiled and nodded her head.
"I'd love to come into the party with you. Thank you for asking." Then we hooked arms and skipped down the driveway into the house.
#6. Not really. Girls think it's wimpy or girly to skip, or well just not cool.
Only we did hook arms, and walk into the house. Where we each grabbed a beer and started to talk. I sipped mine on occasion as she chugged each of hers. She still talked but Bridget was getting pretty drunk. Her words slurred and I could see her eyes glaze over. I watched her as she mumbled about how Carrie or Rebecca always got the cute guys, and how they both wore the shortest skirts, and were the biggest flirts. "Well, you can't blame a girl who uses what she got for what she wants." I said. She giggled then hiccupped picking up another beer from the table.
"Ha-ha." She giggled again then said, "Well, you know what I want?" Then she carefully and slickly slipped her hand up my shirt, leaning over closer to me. Then she kissed me. Her lips soft and delicate.
#7. Give a girl what she wants.
I kissed her back.
