Pastries, Tats, and Memories

Three

A/N: lol! Dalton answered my question on the bkstg app! I've been laughing at this for days!

        We've been sitting in silence for almost 15 minutes. Well, according to the clock that's positioned on the wall to face me. Dalton and I made a deal once we got to the library.

(15 minutes ago):

        "Okay, I have a proposition for you," Dalton asked me as soon as the ridiculously large doors to the library shut behind us. I snuck a glance at him before raising my eyebrow.

        "What kind of proposition?" I asked playfully suspicious of him.

        "Alright..." Both of his hands popped up and sliced the air in a downward motion near his sides when he looked directly at me. "Since you are not yet done with The Edge Of Never, I was thinking that you could finish that while I re-read The Edge Of Always."

        What he had just described to me was literally my dream relationship. I swallowed hard. "Wow," I started, trying to sound sly. "You have really put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?"

        Dalton let his head swing back to face the floor and he laughed a little. "Well, I realized that I wouldn't really know what to do once we got here since I didn't bring my current read with me today. I was in such a rush this morning that I left it by accident." He tapped his bag on his side, indicating that its contents were book-less. "And I don't want to start another book when I haven't finished my current read yet, either." I squinted my eyes at him like I was unsure if I could trust him with such a task.

        "Are you sure I can trust you to not trample another book?" I smirked at him. He reddened again. That had to have been the third or fourth time already. How cute, I thought to myself

        "Of course you can trust me. I can tell you right now that I handle books as if they were babies." He gave me a pouted lip and a wide eyed version of his darling blue spheres to match. I snickered and handed him the book he asked for.

        My eyes jerk back down to my book before he notices that I've  lost my focus. Oh, who am I kidding? You can't loose what you never had in the first place. Normally, I'm a very hardcore and focused reader. I have specific things that need to happen for me to have a fulfilling reading session.

1. No one else is allowed in the same room as me.

        Dalton, however, is mere inches away from me as he sits pretty in the cushy chair on my left side. There's a small triangular table in between us so our chairs are slightly pointed towards each other.

2. It has to be deathly quiet.

        It actually is pretty quiet in here, but once in a while Dalton shifts his body differently or flips a page. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him pinching a small piece off of his little pastry and see him eat it with caution because he's still touching the book. I give him a fictional five points because I find that precaution sweet.

3. I have to be comfortable.

Between me and Dalton's chairs, rests a little foot stool that can barely house both our pairs of feet. So, I'm constantly adjusting because I don't want to be that creep who is trying to play footsies with a guy I barely know. Even though I feel like I've known him my entire life and I haven't actually known him for 24 hours. Yet...

Dalton moves his elbows from sitting in the chair with him to propping them up on the armrest's instead. Oh my gosh I need to just read and stop acting like a weirdo. I blink my eyes a couple times and reposition them to the last line I read. Regaining my composure I slowly sink into my reading mode.

• • •

I'm not sure how much time has passed. I stopped looking at the clock as soon as I started reading. I've gotten through about seven chapters though, so I'm guessing it's been quite a while because I'm pretty sure I'm at a average reading level. Dalton on the other hand looks like he's half way into his book already. Well, I guess that's okay. He'll probably finish at the same time as I will because I was already about half way though my book when we got here. I swear his eyes are flicking to the next page in under a minute. It probably takes me five minutes just to read one page. I swear, I have to read every sentence twice because I get distracted by any sound or movement.

"Hip!" What the heck? I frown and look in front of me, but I find no culprit. "Hip!" My eyes skirt around until they're locked on Dalton's face. I smirk at him and bite the left inside of my bottom lip, trying desperately to hold back my amusement. His irises guiltily sneak their way up to my own and the right side of his mouth curves down yet, it still looks like a smirk. "Hip!" Dalton's body jerks when he hiccups once again.

"Did you eat too fast or...?" I trail off as my smile becomes more pronounced.

He smiles back at me. "I don't think so, I tried hip, ugh! not too," he complains. Dalton's hands smack the armrest's and his eyes bulge out with irritation when a hiccup interrupts him.

"Well, sir this is a library and if you're going to cause a scene I'm going to have to ask you to leave," I tease him in a fake old-lady librarian voice.

        He smiles and roles his eyes away from me just as another hiccup pushes it's way out of his mouth. He huffs and then complains, "They're so annoying!"

        "Just hold your breath for a while and they'll go away," I explain to him. I pick up my bookmark, stick it into my book, and close it. I look straight at him humorously.

        "Okay, hip," Dalton lets out another frustrated sound. "I don't know why everyone says that. Holding my breath has never worked for me."

        I laugh inwardly. "So, what? You want me to scare you?" I joke with him.

        "Could you?" I frown as soon as what he just said hits me.

        I kid back to him, "Oh, I definitely could."

        "Okay, do it."

        "Wait, seriously? You're not just messing with me?" I ask him quickly. This should be interesting: Trying to scare a hot guy that I just met. Huh... That sounds like a funny book title.

        "Yeah hip, please just do it. But I have to not be..."

        "Holy crap!" He flinches at the suddenly loud volume of my voice. "Spider! Spider on your chair, seriously! It's going to crawl on you!" I screech and bounce back away from him in my own chair.

        "What, a spider?!" Dalton yelps like a girl. He jumps up and starts frantically swatting at every inch of his shirt. He does this for a couple seconds before inspecting his chair. When his eyes flick back to mine I give him a devilish smirk.

        "How's your hiccups, Dalton?" He swallows at the sound of his name.

        "Seriously? Oh my god, wow," he sounds embarrassed yet he looks like he wants to laugh.

        "You're welcome," I taunt. Flipping my book open I turn my head away from him and continue reading as he stares at me wide eyed.

A/N
Dang third chapter already? Thank you very much :) vote and comment!