Joey and I decided to go on a walk around Central Park.
As we exited school the cold breeze hit me making my hair go everywhere, at that moment I thanked myself for choosing warm clothes, I had a flannel shirt on, a beige scarf, some skinny jeans, boots, my beanie and my glasses.
Since it was Autumn you could appreciate the beautiful color trees had and also how leaves fell slowly to the ground.
It was pretty noisy considering we lived in New York, you could hear the sounds of everything around you.
"So, Joey, tell me something about yourself."I said trying to make stuff less awkward.
"There's nothing interesting about me. What about you?" I sarted to think about an answer trying to avoid something to do with my parents.
"I like playing the piano and guitar, I have a cat named Neville, I enjoy listening to Ed Sheeran and Coldplay while writing, it really calms me down, I want to be a writer and a mucisian as well, you know, explore the world, have fun. Enjoy life."
"Nice, I like Ed too, I can relate to his music."
"Yeah, same." and I really could, it would make me feel relaxed instead of anxious, happy instead of being depressed and so much more, each song tells a different story, which I find incredible.
"It's like if he knew how I felt and wrote a song about it." I nodded agreeing.
"I feel exactly the same." I sighed remembering what happened last week, it affected me more than I thought it would.
"So, I've heard your birthday is in a few weeks."He said changing the subject abruptly.
"It is the day after Homecoming." I said
"Talking about Homecoming, do you have a date?" He questioned, I started panicking. Did he do this to ask me out? Should I accept? When stuff like this happens I tend to get nervous, which leads me to do something stupid.
"Actually, yes, Dylan asked me yesterday" I answered in a rush and instantly face palmed myself mentally.
What are you going to do now you idiot? My conscious asked.
"Oh, well, what a shame, I think I should get going home, I forgot I had to help my mom with- with, I have some stuff to do, goodbye." he said walking away, oh God, this is so awkward.
I started heading home while texting Beth.
To Beth:
I'm heading home already.
From Beth:
Already? How was it? Was it good?
To Beth:
It was pretty awkward, more than I expected actually.
From Beth:
Call me when you get home. Okay?
To Beth:
Okay.
We need to stop with the book references.
From Beth:
Yeah I know.
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"Why do you keep doing that?" Beth shouted, which made me put the phone away from my ear.
"I don't know, I'm so stupid! Oh, Beth I have to go, someone's calling." I hung up and answered immediately.
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Living Without You
FanfictionDylan was Jessica's best friend since they were 10, they've became closer throughout the years and have lived a lot of adventures together. They loved pranking their teachers, friends and parents. Jessica's life becomes complicated when her parents...
