Little Moments

Chapter Eight

I took a deep breath and sat up in bed. I looked at myself in my phone screen. I had leftover makeup on from yesterday and my hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. I rolled out of bed to my dresser and slipped on my pink, black, and white tribal print leggings under my grey oversized sweatshirt. I looked awful. Not that it mattered. I was home alone because Drake and my grandma left to go work on something at the bakery. I wanted to be alone anyways. I had been feeling sick. Not like a cold or a bug, but just gross. Uncomfortable. I don’t like it. Last night made everything awkward. We didn’t talk the whole way home. I’m not sure why though. The kiss just made things weird and I went to bed nauseas.

    I sent McKenna a quick text. I haven’t talked to her since I left. The doorbell rang as I finally got situated back in bed. I sighed and walked to the door even though I really didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

    “Hey,” Kaleb said as I opened the door. I couldn’t help, but smile when I saw him. “I ran into your grandma and she said you didn’t feel very well, so I thought I would stop by.”

    I smiled again. “You were worried about me?” I smirked.

    “Actually yes!” He smiled.

    We walked and sat on the couch. “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked.

    “The question is can I get you something to drink?” He smirked and pulled out a can of pineapple juice.

    “You remembered!” I beamed opening the can and gulping down the cold juice. “Pineapple has been my favorite ever since I was little.” I smile, “So what’s in the box?” I asked referring to the cardboard box that sat on his lap.

“Just some stuff to cheer you up!”

“You’re so sweet,” I kissed him on the cheek.

He started taking things out of the box, “Mad Libs, Go Fish, Headbands, Gummy Bears and I already checked and they have traces of peanuts.” He winked.

“You didn’t need to bring all this stuff.” I said.

“I wanted to make you happy.” he smiled.

“You make me happy, but I am so going to whip your butt in Headbands.”

He laughed and opened the box. I slipped on the headband and he did the same.

“You go first,” he said attaching a card to my head.

“Am I a person?” I asked try to sneak a peak of my card.

“Don’t cheat.” He laughed crossing his arms.”And no you are not a person.”

“Am I a food?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm…”

Kaleb started making faces at me.

“Stop! I’m losing focus!” I giggled.”Okay, okay, am I a fruit?”

“Nope!”

“Am I a dessert?”

“Kinda!”

“Do I have frosting?”

“Am I cake?”

“Close!”

“Donut!”

“No.”

“CUPCAKE!”

“No again.”

“Cookie?”

“No!”

“I have to be one of those! What other food has frosting on it?” I yanked the card off my head revealing a pink frosted donut covered in rainbow sprinkles.

“You liar!” I threw the card at him as he started cracking up.

I crossed my arms, “It’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry Maribel, I just loved your thinking face. You bite your lip and you squint those amazing eyes.”

I blushed and he smiled.

“How about some gummy bears while we write a Mad Lib?” He winked all dramatically- flirty and over the top just to make me laugh. It worked.

“Sounds perfect!” I winked back.

“Give me a noun,” I said.

“Another one?” he groaned.

“Yes, now hurry up.”

“Okay,” he put his hands out in his defense "Rain!”

Closing the Mad Libs and setting the pen down I sighed. Rain reminded me too much of last night.

“What’s the matter?” he asked scooting closer to me.

“I just have a lot going on,” I sighed as he pulled me into his embrace.

“How long are you here for?” he asked.

“Till the end of July,” I said leaning against his shoulder and taking in the scent of Hollister cologne.

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time to spend together,” he smiled and I smiled back.

Drake's P.O.V

I absolutely hate her. I don’t even know why I kissed her. I hate myself for that, but I blame her. She’s pretty though, but I don’t think I like her. Or do I? I don’t even know. She’s not pretty, she’s gorgeous. Wait no. I can’t think that! Because I hate her. I just can’t stop thinking about her. Now I hate her even more having to be so hard to forget. I am always thinking about her… maybe I do like her. Evan did say something about if you can’t get a girl off your mind you like her. Ok. It’s confirmed I like her. A lot.

I called Evan. He's my best friend. He has a girlfriend, so he gives the right advice.

"What now Drake?" he sighed, "This is the fourth time you've called me. Is it that girl again?"

"I just don't know what to do. I've been thinking about her all night."

"It's midnight. What are you?"

"Laying on the couch," I sighed.

"Go to bed and meet me at the park tomorrow at eleven. OK? We'll talk then."

"Fine." I hung up and stuffed my face in my pillow.