To text him or not to text him? That was the question…
It'd been a week since the concert, and I was dying. I had no idea if Nattie would text me or not, or if I was supposed to contact him. I'd been busy with classes for most of the time, but now it was Saturday and I had absolutely nothing to do.
I rolled over off my couch and onto the floor. Bad idea, because ouch, that hurt.
I checked Twitter (again).
Nate Harold @theNateHarold
Getting ready to go out with #nateruess
I sighed, got up and ate a Pop-Tart. My motto for life: when in doubt, eat a Pop-Tart.
That didn’t help.
I decided to take a walk. Maybe that would help me overcome my aversion to texting one of my idols. Or maybe he'd text me between now and then.
I stepped out into the irritating sunlight and realized I had forgotten my phone.
I rushed back inside and picked it up reverently from the table.
“Oh, my baby, are you okay? I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again!”
I cradled it and like magic the screen lit up.
I had a new text message.
Hey Amy, wanna meet for lunch?
I screamed and jumped around, effectively freaking out my cat, Benson. His second name was Hedges.
Don’t judge.
I texted him a casual ‘sure’ and he replied with an address.
Here we go…
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The café was completely adorable.
Quaint, cute and cozy. I loved it.
I walked inside from the dreary drizzle that had started and scanned the inhabitants.
Nattie was sitting in the corner, sipping a sophisticated espresso and looking classy. His hair was messy and damp, from the rain, and instead of the long sleeved shirt from the concert, he was wearing a t-shirt and might I say, he had wonderful arms. Strong, sinewy, muscular...
I swallowed and made my way over and sat down across from him.
“Hi, Amy,” he greeted, looking me up and down very obviously. I blushed.
“Hey,” I nodded, trying to keep my cool.
“Want anything?”
“A coffee, please.”
He ordered and we sat in a semi uncomfortable silence.
“So tell me more about yourself.”
I shrugged. “Not much to tell. I’m going to college-“
“Where?” he cut in.
“Colombia.”
His eyes widened. “Wow.”
I blushed again. “Yeah. Kind of stressful.”
“I expect so.”
“Yeah.”
“So what do you want to do? You know, in life.”
“I want to go into nuclear science.”
Wrong. I had always wanted to be a writer, since I was a little girl. But my parents had been pressuring me for so long and disapproved of that dream, so I blurted it out one day in high school. I’d been saddled with it ever since. It was horribly complicated and hard but I could deal. The pay for a nuclear scientist was fantastically high, and I knew our family needed it.
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Fanfiction"But what if I don't want to?" He stood up, shrugging on his jacket as he turned to leave. "Oh, but Amy. You know you do." The deal was I was his girlfriend, for a lack of a better word. One thing I wasn't supposed to do: fall in love with him. Exc...
