Marshall's POV continued
🍦🙇🏻|| June 23rd, 1990 ||🙇🏻🍦
It had been three days later, and Amber and I still didn't speak about the kiss, nor do it again. It was so awkward that I couldn't stand to be alone with her because it would get quiet, then I would leave and make up a lame excuse that I had to watch Nate... while he was in daycare or being watched by someone else.
I began to feel like I screwed up our friendship. If I could've just not caught feelings for her, we wouldn't have to be worried about anything being awkward. For gods sakes, we were inseparable before I kissed her. We hung out everyday– besides the days she was with Kaitlyn– and I couldn't get enough of her.
Today, June 23rd, 1990, was the day I actually planned on talking about the kiss, no matter how embarrassed I was to bring it up. I couldn't stand being so shy in front of her any more, it was driving me crazy.
I talked to her the day before and asked if it was cool if we walked around for a while together and hang out. She said it was fine, but requested we go out for ice cream. Since it was too hard to tell her no, I gave in. The ice cream parlor wasn't that far away, anyway.
The parlor was more like a restaurant. It had booths and chairs and stools, and you could get beverages and some food. There was menus of all the different types of ice cream, sundaes, flurries, shakes, and much more.
We exited the trailer park side by side. It was hot outside, almost ninety degrees. I was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and plain white t-shirt. Amber was wearing a plain white t-shirt also, those damn black track shorts that I hate and love at the same time, and a pair of sneakers. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, making her look just as athletic as she really was.
"You're paying, right?" she asked as we got closer to the ice cream place.
"No," I said. I was joking, but I made her think I wasn't. "You're the one that wanted to go," I stated.
"Marshall," she groaned and stopped walking, causing me to do the same. "We have to go back now, I want ice cream," she pouted.
"Why didn't you bring money?" I questioned in an annoyed tone. "Did you really think I was going to pay?"
"Uh, yes," she nodded.
I huffed out a breath from my nose and turned around. "Fine. Let's go." We only got a few steps before I laughed and pulled out the twenty dollar bill from my left pocket. "I'm just playing," I said.
She looked up to me and rolled her eyes when she saw the money. "You're so annoying," she announced as we turned back around toward the parlor.
"I know," I said proudly.
We walked in silence, but it didn't surprise me. Honestly, I was grateful that we weren't talking so I had time to think about what I was going to say. I was more nervous now than when I kissed her. When I kissed her it was, in some way, natural, but now I had to force myself to talk about an unsettling subject.
The guys had been trying to get me to talk to her about the kiss, but they didn't understand how weird it was to bring up. I tried to explain to them, but they kept telling me I was a pussy and teased me.
The day after we kissed made me feel very uncomfortable, and ruined all hope for a relationship with her. As soon as I left I had wished that I could do it all over. If I came in confident, everything probably would've gone smoothly. Except that wasn't the case at all.
I opened the door for Amber and let her walk in first. I took a deep breath to myself before going in after her. As soon as I stepped in, I noticed how packed it was. Even though there was music playing on the jukebox, it was blocked out by all the chit chat. She went over to an empty booth and slid in. I sat across from her and looked around nervously. I was hoping there wouldn't be many people here so it could almost be just her and I.
