"You can't just stay in bed ALL DAY, Simrit!!" Your best friend says? pulling open your bedroom curtains and turning on lights. You groan, shoving your face into the pillow. Just a week ago, you'd broken up with your boyfriend and you had no motivation to do anything. "Come on. We can go to the mall, maybe shop a little, have some lunch? Please? You being all depressed makes me depressed." She frowned, sitting at the side of your bed.
"I guess, if it'll make you happy." You replied, sitting up. She beamed, hugged you and stood up clapping.
"I am SO excited. We haven't shopped for forever! We can get matching shirts, go to pa..." your friend drowned on as you changed out of your pajamas, your toothbrush in your mouth. You whipped your hair intona bun, put on some sneakers and you two were out and into her car.
"You're in an awfully spritely mood for a normal, humid Tuesday in the middle of July," you said once in the car. She smiled a bit.
"I didn't want to tell you since you and your boyfr- well, you know, broke up... but I'm no longer single. I'm dating Kyle, the senior." She smiled largely, rolling down the windows.
"Good for you!" You said, not the least bit sarcastic. But inside, you were a bit upset. Nothing ever seemed to go right for you.
When you got to the mall, you both shopped a bit. You got some new shorts, a sweater and a pair of flip flops, while your best friend bought everything in sight. After an hour or so, you went to the food court for some lunch.
"Oh my God! Simrit!!! Kyle's here," your best friend suddenly gasped, "you wouldn't mind if I went to see him, would you?" She asked, picking up her bags. "I'll be no more than a half an hour." She didn't even let you answer, because she was already skipping off. You sighed, fiddling with your french fries.
"Ditched for the boyfriend?" Someone said. You turned around, suddenly face to face with a boy. Not just any boy, but an attractive one. He had sea green eyes, messy brown curls and a unmistakeably British accent.
"I... uh... why are you eavesdropping?!" You finally said. You turned back to your table, your face hot.
"I'm not, your friend just happens to be very loud." He smirked, sitting across from you. You stared straight at him.
"Well why do you care? I've got my french fries and my dignity." You joked, throwing a french fry into your mouth. He laughed and took one.
"Because I as well have been ditched by my friend for his girlfriend." He answered.
"We're in the same boat, it seems." You said. He smiled, his perfect goddamned smile and you blushed even more.
"What's your name?" He asked, picking up another fry.
"Well what's yours?
"I asked first."
"I asked second." This time you smirked and he smiled yet again.
"My names Harry. I moved here from the U.K. this past fall. I'm a senior." He said, chewing. "Now your turn."
"My names Simrit. I'm addicted to french fries, reading and I have a tendency to not maintain a strong relationship with boyfriends while my pretty best friend dates all the upperclassmen." I replied.
"Trust me, Simrit, you're quite the pretty girl yourself." I blushed and shook my head. "So you're single I assume?" He asked. You nodded. "Looks like we're in the same boat." He smirked, and you laughed.
"Alright, I have to go find my friend. I'll see you around, Harry." You stood up.
"Wait!" He said, "I have nothing to remember you by." You laughed.
"Well I have nothing to give you." You shrugged. He then unzipped his backpack and pulled out a leather journal. "What's this?" You ask.
"It might sound stupid but I really want to be a writer, and you said you like reading. Read it over and then call me." He smiled.
"Will do." You took the journal and started walking away.
"And how do you plan on calling if you don't have my number?" He asked, and you turned around.
"Why do I have a strong feeling you wrote it in the journal?" You smirked.
"You know me well already."
