Random Writings Of A Bad Author

"Well I hope to at least"

I shut my locker then leaned against Malory's. She was late like she always was, I swear that girl wil be late to her own funeral. I suppose she wasn't late, I mean if she's late everyday that's her normal time. People began to clear out to the bus area and school parking lot and soon it was a few people who didn't mind taking their time and I.
And now Malory. She rounded the corner and began her explanation for why she was late this time. "Sorry! Mrs. James was pacing out the fundraiser stuff and went over time. In other news want cookie dough?" She rambled as she fumbled with the locker lock.
I always forget that Band has to raise their money unlike football. You'd think I'd remember after my old art teacher ranted about how poorly funded the fine arts department was, every damn day I set foot in his class room.
She hurriedly shoved her binders and drumstick-holder-thingy into her bag.
"Ready?"
"Yup." And we made our way to the parking lot. The familiar site of high school traffic and all-too-well-known sound of gravel under our shoes.
She took shotgun and I sat in the driver's side cause well I was the driver. Then we took off to 7/11.
We always went there after school. The road to 7/11 always too us far away from the terrible teen drivers, plus we get Icees. And who doesn't love Icees?
We both got Icees and sat at the shitty tables as cars passed outside while others pumped gasoline.
I was caught off guard when a cookie catalog attacked my face. "I wasn't kidding. Do you wanna by cookies?". I looked through the catalog.
"Aren't you supposed to be nice to costumers? Throwing things at them is not the proper sales method"
"If it works it works" she snickered as she zipped up her jacket. It was that awkward time in between fall and spring.
"I can't argue with that logic" I chuckled as I filled out the order form.
She smiled. Malory had this weird thing where her teeth were always white but not too bright. She also had dimples many girls would be jealous of. She never smiles with teeth in pictured though.
Then we finally went home. She had been my neighbor since the summer after 8th grade year. She moved all the way from Georgia to Kansas.
I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car and sat there for a second.
"Well... see ya tomorrow, Sean"
I chucked "Mal, it's a Friday"
"Well I hope to at least" and left me wondering what that meant as she walked across the lawn to her front door.
In my room I layed face down pondering what she had said. What was that supposed to mean!? Was it just a recovery from thinking it was a different day? Was it hinting at something? Girls are way too confusing.
But that's the thing about Mal, she had never really been confusing. If she wanted you to order cookies she'd throw the catalog at you.
When she moved here my mom was big on making sure the new neighbors were comfy in their new setting. So of course the first day of school she said "You should walk her to school!" (At the time I didn't have a license. Plus I think my mom wants me to date her) and I did. And I walked her back cause she was going to the lockers from band and I was coming back from art. Now it's apart of our schedule.
"Ugh!" I groaned as I threw the pillow at the wall. Can't I go back to the days where girls had cooties?

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I sat in my room, contimplating whether or not I should go over to her house, but adventually I worked up enough confidence to knock on the front door. She answered "Sup?"
"You wanted to see me today"
She lifted a can of whipped cream "We're gonna have fun". She said with a mischievous smile as she stepped away from the door revealing a shit-fuck-ton of whipped cream cans.
For the next couple of hours we fucked around with whipped cream. Making santa breads, mustaches, and mountain ranges. We were now left with a can each, we had both ingested so much cream that we were laying on the floor in comfortable silence. Every now and then someone would open their mouth and the other would spray some in their mouth.
"Ya know I was worried about coming over here" I confessed. I dunno why but there was something about having a whipped-cream-themed Saturday with someone that makes you feel like you can tell them anything.
"Why?"
"I didn't know what you meant by I hope so. It just seemed so.... romantic. Like something in a romance novel" I tried to think of a better way to word it as I left my mouth open. She kindly returned with spray whipped goodness in my mouth.
"Well...." maybe I wasn't the only one who felt obligated to confess on whipped cream Saturday. "Let's just say my favorite number is 12". That was my football number.
I looked at her and she returned my gaze. I sprayed a small morsel of whipped cream on her lips. "You got something there, let me get it for you" and then I kissed her.
When I pulled away she pulled out her phone. "We have to take a pic"
"Why?"
"So we always remember our first kiss" she said it so casually that it didn't feel like a first kiss. It felt like I had kissed her enough times to memorize the taste of her lips (whipped cream at the moment).
She smiled for the pic and so did I. Before she snapped it I hooked my index finger in the corner of her mouth, forcing her to finally smile with teeth.

That will always be my favorite picture.