Magnolia (p.t.v)

Chapter 13.

          We've played five games, and Vic won all five of them. I groaned as he bragged about his winning.

"I put the Vic in victory," He grinned, sitting down at the table.

I sat across from him, narrowing my eyes. "You put the Vic in vicious! You cheated Dance Dance Revolution by pushing me off!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vic looked elsewhere, tapping his fingers on the table,"Hm..."

"You're rude," I said, ripping the top of the wrapper on my straw off. I blew the wrapper towards Vic.

"You wouldn't have won anyway! I already won four games! Four!" He retorted.

"Okay, and? Maybe I wanted my own victory," I scoffed.

"No need, there's already one here," He pointed to himself, winking.

"Why must you always wink?"

"I major in the arts of winking."

"You mean attempted flirtation, that fails," I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it worked on you, didn't it?"

I sat there, with narrowed eyes. I didn't know what to exactly say, so my cheeks just burned. Vic just stared at me, smirking. He winked once more, and I swear I was going to stab him with my straw, in the eye.

"Just kidding, just kidding," Vic innocently smiled towards me, and I blew a raspberry at him.

             It was now, where I realized how genuinely happy I've been surrounded by a person like Vic. We were eating cheeseburgers, and laughing. I realized how when I would be with him, I would forget about everything else. He made me feel a way nobody ever made me feel before, not even Curtis. I enjoyed his contagious laugh, his toothy grin, and eyes you could see galaxies in. Vic was a beautiful person inside and out. The cutest person I've ever met.

This silly little crush wasn't so silly anymore.
Or little.
It keeps getting bigger and bigger, and my heart would swell in my chest.

I like him.

I can't even deny it anymore, no matter how much I try. I know how he makes me feel, I know what he's doing to me.

And it's scaring me.

          I've built these walls myself, it's so hard to break them down. But then, I could feel Vic breaking them down himself, slowly. I try to isolate myself from my past, from agony. I've had too many hopes shattered, too many times that my heart was shattered to pieces. I hesitated too much, I didn't want them to crumble down. There was just something about Vic. The way his smile glowed up the room, like sunshine through a raindrop. He made me speechless.

"Staring is rude," Vic said, and I scoffed.

"You're rude."

"You don't even have good comebacks," He retorted.

I squinted my eyes, and ate my last french fry. I realized Vic's plate was empty too, and I guess it meant the date was soon to be over. It made me feel disappointed, I wanted it to last longer.

"Let's get ice cream," I heard Vic say as he dropped a twenty dollar bill on the check.

"Ice cream?"

"Sure, why not? There's a really cool shop I know downtown that sells the best ice cream ever," He emphasized on the word ever, and stood up. "C'mon," Vic grabbed my wrist, pulling me up, and walked towards the exit. I felt an excessive amount of joy, knowing the date hadn't ended quite yet.