I Like You (Christian Novelli)

Chapter 4

That voice...

That song...

That face...

Oh my..

It can't be..

I looked around, and at her and at Damon.

"Is it her?" Damon asked.

"Pastel? But I.."

"Dude that's her!!!"

"Did you um..?

"Think it was her, so I brought you here in a tuxedo? Yes yes I did" He smiled.

"Shes.. she's beautiful"

"You gotta talk to her bro!" he exclaimed.

I gulped, nervously,"But what if she doesn't remember me?"

He rolled his eyes,"You know she will"

I watched her onstage. Her voice was amazing. She was amazing. I was wishing for the set to end so I could talk to her. But I was also wishing for it to last forever because I was very nervous. I could swear she kept looking at me though. I hoped she was.

The set ended, finally. And she rushed off stage. I tried to keep watching her but people were in the way. I sighed. I was suddenly poked on the shoulder. I turned to face the person.

"Hi Chrissy" she smiled at me.

"Pastel I.. I missed you" I smiled back.

"Awe I missed you too" she hugged me tightly.

I hugged her back,"I uh couldn't stop thinking about you"

She stepped back, smiling,"I had the same problem"

"Gosh you're so pretty" I spoke. Oh my was that right to say?

"Awe you're looking pretty snazzy yourself, tiger"

She had a smile on her face the whole time we talked.

"I uh thanks" I stammered.

She looked back at the stage,"Wanna ditch this place?"

"And go where?" I wondered.

"Starbucks," she started to lead me out,"I'm buying"

I looked back towards the stage, "But what about the show?"

She stopped, momentarily to shrug. "Oh, come on. My band's set is over anyways. And Damon won't mind."

Placing a hand on my chin, I soon nodded to this, "Alright. Let's go."

Instead of responding, Pastel grins, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me outside. Is this really happening? I hope so.

(Well this chapters short, but im working on some longer ones.)