"That's not fair!" I said panting, I can't believe Ryan forced me here. "Yes it is!" He countered. "You play sports, I don't." I gave him a 'now what are you going to say' face. He grunted playfully. I assumed that he is still tired after racing up that hill, I still was. "So why in the world did you bring me here?" I dangled my feet carefully off the edge. "I couldn't help myself." He smirked for the millionth time. " serious Ryan," I laid on my back, "why?" He frowned for a second, then the sides of his lips twitched upwards again, "so we could get to know each other. Especially if we are going to be dating in the future" he joked. "Ha ha." I fake laughed, as I messed with the dry grass between my fingers.
"Favorite color?" He asked awkwardly.
"I don't have one."
"Mine is blue."
"Typical." I murmured.
"Play any sports?"
"Seriously?" I paused. But after I figured he wouldn't answer, and this was serious and interesting I replied, "no. I assume you do, though."
"I quit." He said.
"What?"
"Yeah, complicated."
We continued talking about random things until the sun set and we knew it was time to leave. "I had a fun time." He smiled. "That makes one of us." I lied, shutting the door. "See you later"
"bye" I walked off and walked into my house.
When I sank into the couch, I texted Peyton, (=Peyton =Michelle)
: wyd
: nothing wbu
: just got home
: samee what did u just do
:Ryan forced me to goon this hill so we could 'talk'
: he soo likes you.
:Sean likes you tho
: err hope he doesn't he just gave me his # -rolls eyes-
: oh cmon it won't kill ya to have a crush, admit it
:oh boy Michelle, gtg, something about my brother
:good luck
: k byee
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