Shades of Cool

e. l. e. v. e. n.

Sweet Nothing by Florence + The Machine

"So..."

From the corner of my eye I can see his hands gripping his steering wheel tightly.

"So..."

My fingers are tangling and twisting nervously in my lap, my gaze directed toward them.

He laughs nervously. I bite my lip to contain the smile that's overtaking my face. Not like he can see; I'm hiding in my hair. I'm not used to being shy, but this stupid boy has my face burning hot.

"Ah. Just for the record, I didn't plan that."

"No?" I leaned my head against the back of the car seat, still not looking at him.

"I would be lyin' if I didn't think about it. But that wasn't the purpose of it."

"What was the purpose?"

"To see you."

This time I look at him. His right hand is knotted in his hair and he is leaning his head back like me, smiling.

He looks happy.

I look down at my wrist to the Sharpie tattoo he gave me just two hours earlier. I run my fingers along the outline of it.

I can feel his eyes on me. Always. His eyes are always on me. Staring at me. Trying to get in.

I drag my gaze to him. He is looking down at my fingers on the drawing he did. It gives me time to look at his face; really look at it.

"Finn?" I whisper. He looks at me.

I lean across the consul separating us and fit my lips to his. Without the adrenaline that accompanies a first kiss, I can feel him everywhere. His hand pressing into my back and his teeth biting my lip. I feel like I've been set ablaze and electrified. My chest feels like it's going to explode.

I'm making out with Finn Wiley.

I mentally high five myself for this fucking amazing accomplishment.

When our air supply runs out and the windows of his car are amply steamed, we break apart but not far. He leans his forehead on mine and we both are smiling like idiots.

He gives me a peck.

"I have to go." I tell him, but make no effort to move.

"Mhm." He gives me another peck.

"Like, seriously," he gives me more pecks. "I need to," peck. "Leave." His hand cups my face and he bits my lip again, sucking me in.

Fuck it.

It's another 30 minutes before I'm on my bed staring up at my glow in the dark stars, dreaming of Finn accompanying me in those adventures.

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"What's the face for?" X gives me a suspicious look over as he's pouring his milk in his cereal.

"What face?" I guiltily drink my orange juice.

He puts his milk down and walks closer to me, squinting his eyes.

"It's that teenage boy."

"Which one?"

"The horny one."

"That's not very specific."

"What boy?" I hear my mom quietly say from her position on the couch.

"He's just teasing me about a guy from school, Ma." I glare at X and grab my book bag before heading to school.

I'm a little giddy as I make my journey to school. I can't recall a time I've been this excited about a boy. A stupid boy at that.

It's rare that I see Finn this early in the morning because of our class difference, but a girl can hope.

Like usual I don't see him throughout my day until I hear his boots scuff the dirty hallway. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my hands automatically start to sweat.

The sound is coming closer and I am facing my locker, pretending to read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

I can feel him behind me now. He's so close. He puts his hands on the lockers on either side of me and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"I've been looking for you all day."

"Who would've thought you would find me at my locker?"

"Not me, of course."

I don't make an effort to move.

"What are you reading?"

I shut the book and show him the title. I hear him laugh.

"Thinking about me, wifey?" I duck my head down.

"This is an absolute coincidence."

"You're so full of shit."

"You're deflecting onto me so you won't realize how full of shit you are."

"Do you think about me often?"

"Nope." I lie easily.

"I'll let you deny your affections for me now, but I'll get you to say it one day."

"Good luck with that."

"I don't need luck; all I need is my charm."

I fake a gagging noise.

The bell sounded for me to go to lunch.

"As long as I would like to stay here and listen to how great you are, I have a date with some delicious food."

I put the book in the little chubby in my locker and shut it, moving away from him on my shoulder and his hand slid down my arm when I started walking away.

He grabbed my hand when he got to it.

I turn around to look at him.

"Uh, hey."

I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Do you wanna go to a party with me on Friday?"

What?

"What time?"

He scratched the back of his head.

"11?"

"Sure." I smile.

Did I just get asked out on a date?

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This is short and sweet.

See ya guys next time!

Love,
Mattie