She and Him

She and Him [Watty 2011!]

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She and Him

Copyright 2011 ® CewtiePies

Chapter One. Adrian Morgan.

“Are you sure we can do this?” I asked, chewing on my index fingers’ nail. I sat on the floor in my room, wrapped in my white comforter. I picked up a plastic CVS bag and plucked out a “Family Pack” of Swedish Fish candy. I put three of them in my mouth and let them sit on my tongue. I looked across from me, at my best friend; Jack Winslow. His brown hair was positioned lazily, in that just-out-of-bed look. His blue eyes searched mine as he fashioned an odd expression across his lips. He finally decided to speak, as I swallowed the candy.

“When, in your entire life, have you ever doubted our ability to do something courageous?” He asked, already looking ready to explode.

I looked at him thoughtfully, putting more artificial red colored candy in my mouth. My messy blond hair started to slouch on my head, falling out of its messy bun.

“True...” I said, chewing at an obnoxiously loud volume. “But,”

He rolled his eyes at me. “But what?” He demanded, playfully. If that’s even possible.

“I’ve never done that before.” I said, fearfully.

“Precisely! Then, you can try them at the lake. If it doesn’t go well, well, that sucks. Hopefully no one gets hurt.” He replied in a light tone.

My eyes widened, on instinct. “Hopefully?”

He shrugged. “Yep.” He replied, making a “Pop!” noise.

“Jack...” I said hesitantly.

He looked at me with big eyes, his bottom lip placed on top of his upper lip. His eyes became wet, as his lips began to quiver slightly. I groaned.

“God, no. Jack, that’s not fair. You can’t puppy-dog-eye me during this conversation.”

He chuckled, becoming normal again. “Since when and why not?” He frowned a little bit, parentheses forming around his mouth.

“Since I said so, and because that is unfair manipulation, right there.” I said, matter-of-factly while poking  him in the chest with my index finger.

He looked at me, shocked. “Manipulation?” He cried. “Coming from the queen of manipulation! What is happening to the world?” He said dramatically. He put the back of his right hand to his forehead, and sighed loudly. I threw a nearby pillow at him and laughed. “Shut up, King of Cocky.” I shot back.

“Feisty.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

I raised my own eyebrow. “Are you just finding this out?” I smiled.

“Oh, yeah. Because I’ve known you all your life, Annie” He said sarcastically.I grimaced. “That’s like saying I just figured out that your favorite colors are light yellow and peach-y orange. But never together.”

I rolled my eyes, but agreed. I then asked him when we were doing it.

“Well, I think it’s tomorrow night.” I coughed on my Swedish Fish.

“Excuse me? I am not lighting off about, a bajillion fireworks tomorrow night.” Oh, right. Did I forget to mention that, somewhere above? Well, I’ll be setting off lots of fireworks tomorrow night at a party. For the first time.

Dear God, I wrote on a mental notepad.

Please save me. Or erase Jack’s mind of all his stupid ideas and thoughts.