---"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, you'll start catching flies,"
Nate.
Nate.
Nate is hot.
"W-will you marry me?" I stutter, my eyes still glued to his utterly majestic face.
"What?" Nate asks, a look of amusement crossing his features.
"I said... Um," I try to conceal my slip up.
"I said do you like ham and cheese?" I say it like a question, and nod to myself when I realise it's okay.
"Did you propose to me?"
Great. He thinks I'm a ditsy idiot.
"No!" I shout I bit too loud, "I was simply asking if you liked ham and cheese. Gosh."
Gosh? Really?
Before I could blush even harder, he slid my credit card across the table.
"My precious!" I quickly slid it into my jeans pocket.
Speaking of my precious.
"Puffy!" I scream, and run back to Mum's minivan to retrieve my baby. When I sit back down, Nate's eyebrows are furrowed. His eyebrows aren't as nice as Hot Blondie's, but it's close.
What is up with all these hot Glieston guys. Why wasn't I informed of this earlier.
Nate has hair that is indistinguishable. It's brown... But it's blond. His eyes are dark brown and are endless. Wow. That sounded deep.
"Sorry. I bet girls don't normally run to get their cat while on a date." I grin, while patting Puffy like an evil maniac.
A sly smile crosses his still majestic face. "Since when was this a date?" I falter.
Oh crap.
"I-I um... Well I—" I stumble with my words until I get cut off.
"I'll make it a date... If you let me pat your cat." He winks, before extending his arms to Puff.
I reluctantly hand him my kitty before muttering under my breath, "you only like me for Puffy."
"Puffy?" He asks, shifting his glance to Puff to clarify. I nod. At least he caught on faster than the guy I scared in the supermarket.
"That's cute. You're hot, and you have a cute cat. Double whammy." He laughs and strokes my cat.
Before I could grumble a response that would embarrass me even more, I heard a shriek from behind me.
"Sir Puffster The Great!" I turn to see none other than Hot Blondie running towards Nate, Green Eyes following behind. I act upon impulse and look to his feet, to see a swollen foot.
Hot Blondie grabs my cat from Nate's arms, just as Green Eyes limps into range.
"Dude," Nate asks inquisitively, "what happened to your foot?"
Green eyes stifles a laugh and beckons to me. Nate raises his eyebrows at me.
And then, in one spontaneous outburst, I tell all three of them about everything.
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Road Tripping
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