{ya'll should know that I'm pretty crazy about this boy}
Riley
I walked into school the next day, on time for once. Dustie was schocked when I knocked on her door to see if she wanted to walk to school. We both walked into the building and over to our lockers.
"Still coming over after school?" She asked me.
"Yep I am."
"Good, my mom is making us cookies."
"Oh my gosh, I'm for sure coming now."
"Is food the only thing you care about?"
"No it's not, I care about you, as long as you give me food, there will be no problems."
She rolled her eyes at me and playfully punched me in the arm. As she did that, the boys walked by and Michael and I made eye contact. This time he smiled at me and I was so caught off gaurd that I just looked away. I'm an idiot.
"Dude, did red haired boy just smile at you?" Dustie said.
"Yeah, he did."
"And you didn't smile back? What kind of a flirt are you?"
"I'm not a flirt, that's why."
"Haven't I taught you anything?"
"Dustie, I'm not a flirt, and I never will be. And besides I just didn't know what to do when that happened."
Suddenly a smile came across her face and she pointed at me. "You like him, don't you?"
"What? That's insane, I barely even know him."
"Psh, I don't know his hot brown haired friend, but I'm still crushing hard. It doesn't matter whether you know him or not."
"Give it a rest okay, it's never gonna happen between us."
"Ugh fine, but I'm not giving up." She said.
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."
We closed our lockers and walked to class. So maybe I had a little crush on Michael. I mean who wouldn't? He's one of the cutest guys at school. I just didn't do well when it came to talking to guys, especially when they were cute and I never had a chance with them in the first place. But, then again, I had Dustie to help me out, even when I didn't want any help.
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"What instrument do you think he plays?" Dustie asked me as we walked back to her house after school.
"Well I don't know, why don't you ask him?"
"Well why don't you talk to Michael and then I'll ask him."
"No, never. Can we just drop it, please?" I said.
"Okay fine. It's dropped."
"Thank you." I said.
We walked into her house and to the kitchen. Her Mom was there, pulling cookies out of the oven for us.
"Just in time, girls." She said.
"They smell amazing," I said.
"Yeah they do." Dustie agreed.
She sat the plate in front of us and we both grabbed two each. They were chocolate chip and as soon as I bit into them they melted in my mouth and I couldn't wait for the next bite.
"Wow these are amazing," I said. All Dustie could do was nod in agreement.
"Thanks girls. You can take the whole plate with you, if you want."
We thanked her and Dustie grabbed the plate and we both went upstairs, shutting the door behind us when we walked into her room.
"Seriously, how does your Mom make those?" I asked.
Dustie shook her head. "I have no idea, dude. They get better every time I swear."
"Yeah they do."
We sat in her floor and ate cookies, while doing some homework and listening to music. I looked at the clock and noticed the time. The boys were probably practicing right now and I honestly missed hearing them. It was so soothing to just sit by the window and listen to them.
"Hello, Riley? Anyone home?" I heard Dustie saying to me.
"Uh yeah, hey what is it?"
"Dude I've literally been talking to you for like five minutes now and you just responded."
"Oh sorry, guess I zoned out."
"Ya think? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"You sure? Because you did this at lunch today."
"I did?" I said.
"Yeah, you did. I just ignored it, because I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Sorry, you know I just got a lot on me with school and all."
"Okay, well anyway, I was just wondering what you wanted to do for halloween this year?"
"Oh yeah, I hadn't really thought of that. What were you thinking?" I asked.
"Well....I had an idea, what if we went as punk princesses?"
"You know, that's actually a pretty good idea."
"Well, I try." She said, flipping her hair.
"Oh gosh, please." I said, laughing.
We talked and played around for a while longer. It was getting late, so I had to head home. As I approached my house, I heard music playing. It got louder the closer I got and I realized that the boys were still playing.
The garage door was closed, and I walked by slowly. I could hear them pretty well. I went to my front porch and just sat on the steps, listening to them. After about 45 minutes, the garage door opened and they all walked out. They stood in the driveway and talked for a while. I stood up and ran inside, hoping they didn't see me.
I went up to my room, dropping my bookbag on the floor. I changed into comfortable clothes and then laid across my bed, while listening to music.
There was one thing I just couldn't get out of my head no matter how hard I tried, and that was red haired boy, AKA Michael. I don't know what it was, but here lately I was thinking about him more and more. I really wanted to talk to him, but I knew that would never happen. I was way too scared to do that, and there was no way I was getting Dustie to do it, even though she would do it in a heartbeat.
No, this would just have to be like every other guy I've ever liked. Admiring from afar and dreaming of the day where I'm no longer invisible.
