Our awkward adventure to our date

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The awkwardness in his truck on the drive there was beyond awkward. I began to reach for the radio, when Dalton also began to reach for the radio, leading our hands to touch, both of us pull our hands back at the speed of light. I kept looking at him, with my peripheral vision hoping he wouldn't notice, but by the looks of it, he was doing it as well. Every time he started to speak, I did as well. It was time to end this.
"This is ridiculous! It's not like we like each other or anything ,right?!!"
"Right!!" Dalton yells in agreement, his tone of voice sounding like an angry protester.
"See, just two friends, going on a friend date, with just a girl and guy, no romantical emotions involved!"
"Yeah! We're not each other's types anyways !!"
"Yeah!" I yell. "Now let's put some gosh dang music on!!!!"
"Yeah!"
We rock out to guns n roses, Aerosmith, and Bob Seager, while I play air guitar.
"Gosh, you're so cute."
"Huh? What was that?
"Huh? Oh. Nothing..."
"No, tell me!"
He shakes his head no
I shake my head yes
We continue this until, I threaten him.
"Dalton O'Riley! If you don't tell me what you said, I swear to you I'll chop your toes off, and feed them to you!!"
"Okay okay, jeez, I said, gosh your cute..."
"Oh"
"You're cuter"
"Huh?"
"Gosh, I said that you're cuter..."
"Well your hotter"
"Well your funnier"
"Well your smarter"
"Well your- wait.... You don't think we actually, like like each other, do you?"
"Nah, we couldn't, could we?"
" Oh my gosh, we do"
"IDIOT!" We both yell while hitting ourselves in the head
"Hey! Take that back!" We both yell.
"Well" I say, "This is sufficiently awkward..."

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