My favourite month November [Romantic Comedy]

Chapter Three

Authors Note: So how are you? Yeah I’m good to, thanks for asking *sarcasm*. There is really no point for this Authors note, would you like to know why it is here? It’s a fill in, I am tired and I can’t think of anything else for chapter three besides what I have already written below. So skip this part, and go to the paragraph below. If you keep reading this though, your wasting your time. Its really just a fill in so it the chapter doesn’t look short, even though it is. So yeah, my day’s been good. I came up with the title because... I don’t know, all I remember is I was talking to my cousin and randomly created this story. I think its okay, what about you? Enjoy your reading... *Is not a fortune teller*

Chapter Three

One question that was on my mind was how did I end up in the newspaper with a multi-millionaire guy about lemonade- and you know what? Even the writer of this story doesn’t know how. Its probably going to be an unanswered question through all the chapters, so lets forget about it now...

Your still thinking about it! 

Eight o’clock had come by quickly, though Charlie arrived at seven thirty, which really didn’t bother me since I was dressed around six.

“You look...” He started to say, though quickly dismissing it with the wave of his hand, he was eyeing something on my dress. No, not my chest you pervert.  

He made me buy my own popcorn, which was a little disappointing but he did buy the tickets... X-men was good, I enjoyed it, I laughed a few times and sunk in my seat when Charlie laughed- it sounded like a llama gasping for air, which in my case, I hadn’t heard before until that moment in the cinema. 

He took me back home and we walked into the lounge-room, he smiled at me but then bit his bottom lip. “Don’t be offended... But you left the price tag on your fancy dress” he pointed out, my eyes widened.

“Oh god...” I trailed off, sighing. “I was going to get my money back tomorrow” I said, shrugging. “Unbelievable” he replied, laughing to himself.

No, he didn’t spend the night. In fact, he ‘pecked’ me on the cheek and said “later” and walked out. Maybe he had a cold sore or something like that, but honestly, a peck? So has your slow mind realised yet that the writer probably doesn’t like writing kissing scenes?

Three things I was absolutely positive about- 

He sounded like a llama while laughing.

He hasn’t kissed me properly yet.

I liked him.

I actually liked the lemonade man. No, not the guy that charged me/Charlie five dollars for the worst lemonade in the whole entire world, I mean I like Charlie. That’d be a spin out though; “I don’t like you Charlie, I like the guy who made me pay him five dollars for the lemonade that day when we first met.”