Fake couple problems

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Currently we were in Fletcher's car headed towards my house. After I agreed to help him it was like we both realized we now had to actually be a couple. I think this is what was caused us to lose the use of our vocal chords. Fletcher cleared his throat and decided to break the silence, "So, what's your favorite color." I rolled my eyes at the question.
"Why is that whenever people want to get to know someone they ask for the persons favorite color? It's not like knowing my favorite color will help you know me. Instead you should ask what I want to be, what are my dreams, things along those lines. You could also ask what my favorite book is," I told him helpfully just so for further experiences he would be prepared. This time I saw him roll his eyes.
"You are making this difficult," he gave me a look, "but I'll do as you say. What do you want to be?"
"I don't know," I replied honestly. He threw his hands up even though he was driving. "Well, what do you want to be?" I shot back.
"I guess I'm not sure either," he admitted. "But in college I want to study foreign policy." I gave an appreciative nod. I guess I had stereotyped all popular people as airheads who didn't have any plans for the future. He made me look unprepared.
"What are your dreams?" He asked instead. I smiled, this one I could answer. "I want to travel. Canada, Venezuela, Iceland, Finland, Morocco, Australia, China, the South Pole, Wyoming." He laughed that laugh that made my heart speed up and gave me another look. Though this one was playful. "Wyoming?" I just shrugged.
"I also want to write. Not fiction but informational; preferably about the places I travel." I smiled at him but he was to busy watching the road. I suddenly realized we were close to my house and I felt a sinking feeling like if I didn't tell him everything now I would never get the chance to. "And my favorite book is childish but it's The Battle of the Labyrinth by Rick Riordan. My favorite color is purple. I hate strawberries and lemonade," he literally gasped in horror, "I like really hot soup and freezing ice cream. I-" he cut me off.
       "Alia, calm down. You can tell me all this later. After all we have got a whole week or more." He was smiling and it put me at ease. I was embarrassed and upset that I was so effected by him, I'd only had a total of two conversations with him, but it's not like I could help it. The brain released hormones on its own schedule.
       "Ok, ok I'm calm, I'm cool," I tried to come off like that: calm and cool. I don't think it worked because his lips sputtered from a held back laugh.
Finally we pulled into my driveway and with my hand on the door I hesitated. "Do you want to come in?" I asked shyly. He gave me a small smile, "I gotta get home but I'll see you at school Monday." I have a quick nod and got out. As I walked up the steps I had to resist the urge to turn around and watch him pull out.

For the rest of the night I kept checking my phone hoping to see some text from Fletcher, even though I hadn't given him my number. I did get texts from Reagan though wanting to know what happened. And even though it was supposed to be a secret I told her. I trusted her. She was my best friend. We were practically the same person(none of that she's the total opposite of me but we're still BFF stuff) and I happened to be very trustful. After I told her though I think she lost a few hundred brain cells, which was good for me because we were tied for the top of our class. She kept stuttering and finally just hung up on me. But then she called right back fully under control. We talked for a while but I got off around 7:30 when my parents got home.
         I rushed down the stairs in my pajamas and slippers ready to give both my parents a hug, because I hadn't seen them since 4 o'clock this morning, and ask if we could all watch a movie together. I ran into the kitchen where they were but immediately stopped in my tracks when I saw that they had a guest. Suddenly my cat onesie didn't seem so cute.
        "Hi mom, hi dad," they both gave me an exasperated look like I was in the wrong for wanting to welcome them home.
       "Alia, we have a guest." My dad said tightly gesture towards the man currently seat in my spot at the table.
     For some reason I decided now would be a good time to be weird. I gave a tiny bow, "Hi." God, he wasn't even Japanese. He seemed to think it was funny, my parents did not.
      He stood up and greeted me the same way. "My name's Gary Cloud." I almost lost my cereal bar. This was Gary Cloud. Fletcher Clouds dad. My fake boyfriends father, the man I was helping Fletcher impress, the man in my parents kitchen. I felt the urge to bow again, maybe curtsy, kneel, kiss his shiny shoes. I resisted the urge(I don't think it would be good for the plan to make a fool of myself.) Instead I opted for what I hoped was a friendly smile and a nice to meet you.
       I quickly retreated to my room where I lay in my big bed with my Beauty and the Beast blanket pulled up to my chin. Around nine when Mr. Cloud left my mom came in to kiss me goodnight.
         "Sorry about that downstairs Care Bear, but you should be more aware of your surroundings." If my mother was one thing it was a great apologizer, not. "Next time be more carful; you could have lost us a big business deal." Yep, she deserved the worlds best apology award.
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