We Should Talk. (Book One)

Wonder

"Wake up, sweetie. It's Saturday." My father wakes me. I get my pillow from behind me and put it on top of my face, signaling that I'm not ready to leave my bed yet. "Theo is here."

Immediately I sit on my bed. "What?! Theo is here? What time is it??"

"It's 12:40am."

"That's like the middle of the night!" I say, and he laughs. "What does he want?"

"He wants to ask for my hand in marriage but needs your permission." My dad answers sarcastically.

"Tell him my answer is no. But he can try again in two hours." I answer throwing myself at my bed again.

"But we're in love." We hear. And I know it's Theo's voice, so I don't take my pillow away from my face, because (1) I'm too tired to even stand up and greet him and (2) because my morning face is terrifying.

My dad stands up and leaves the room. "Bye, my love." Dad says.

"Bye dad." I answer.

"I was talking to Theo." He answers, and we all laugh as he closes my room's door.

"Can you take that pillow off your face, please?" He asks.

"No."

"You look beautiful."

"Shut up."

"You look so, so beautiful." He slowly grabs the pillow and I put my hands covering my face instead.

"Stop it."

"I'm serious." He adds. And I can hear the smile in his voice. He grabs my hand slowly and takes it out of my face, and I look at him with a smirk.

"You, on the other hand, look absolutely hideous." I tell him, laughing.

"Glad to know you're not one of those "if you're a bird, I'm a bird" girls." He tells me laughing.

I stand up from my bed and stretch. I look over at him and see he's looking at me like he's not really seeing me. Like he's looking at me but imagining a million things in his mind.

"What?" I ask.

"I understand why all those boys love you, now." He says. I look at him confused, and upset that he brought that up.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He smiles. "Nothing. I'll wait for you downstairs." He goes up to the door.

"Why? Can't you wait here? I'll only be a minute."

"I can't. Those pajamas are way too indecent and the door would be closed. No good could come out of this. Plus, the Giants are playing tonight, and I want to ask your dad if he's down to watching history be made." He smiles cynically as if what he just said was no big deal, and I laugh as he closes the door comically.

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Theo decided it'd be a good idea for us to have lunch together. A lunch date is fancy and cute and classy... Everything I love. He is well dressed, not like those boys with their baggy pants down on their knees and shirts three sizes bigger than their actual size. It's like all of his clothes are custom made. Like if he didn't just buy them off the store, even though I know that it's very expensive to do that and he wouldn't possibly waste his money with that kind of thing.

Anyway, when he suggested lunch, I naturally thought we'd stop by Subway or even just Starbucks.

I definitely did not expect us to stop by the fourth best Parisian restaurant in the state.