*THANK YOU to my marvelous (that a big enough word for ya?) editor, Kat! Even though she criticized everything in this chapter, she's still the bestest editor ever! Also, most of the big words (They will be *ed) are courtesy of her. Enjoy, AND READ THE BOTTOM NOTE!*
Chapter 8
I crossed my legs again and switched iPod playlists for a third time. I'd been waiting on this one filthy* park bench for over an hour. I knew for a fact that Kat was nearby somewhere watching me vigilantly* for me to get up, but I refused to believe Austin would ditch me for any reason.
The birds were singing, the movie stars were shining, and the sun was just starting to set on another seemingly perfect day. How atrocious.
I shut my watery eyes for a moment to think, and heard the bench creak as it felt the weight of a person sitting down. I cracked open an eye, hoping to find Kat, but no such luck. I get Jerk Face.
"Sup, girl," Spencer drawled. His hair was falling in his eyes as he attempted to push it back.
"Go to Czechoslovak!" I spit, choking back tears.
"Okay, I have no idea where that is. So, I guess I'll just have to stay here and ask you what's wrong." He sighed dramatically. I shifted away from him and blasted an annoying happy song in my ear.
I felt one of the headphones being tugged from my ear. "Eww, you listen to We the Kings?" Spencer twisted his face into weird form of a grimace.
"You know, when you can name a band just by listening to one of their songs, it means you're a fan." I retorted.
"Touché," He smirked. "So I'm a fan, sue me."
"I think I will." I stood up and began pacing away from him and the bench. Spencer called after me, though.
"What do you want now?" I snarled.
"Jeez, Louise, I was wondering, you know since we're already here, if you wanted to go see a movie." He blurted, averting his eyes.
I tapped my foot, humming as if I was pondering it. "Can I choose the movie?" I finally asked.
"Sure, but I can't promise I'll like it." He agreed.
"Great, Valentine's Day it is!" I snickered. He groaned and dragged his feet into the theater reluctantly.
In this community, you don't have to pay for tickets, but you do have to pay for food. I made Spencer pay for popcorn and soda.
I was having so much fun watching Spencer twitch in the theater. He even tossed popcorn at the screen once, but stopped after Alex Gaskarth slung his M&M's at him.
"That was torture!" Spencer complained as we exited the theater.
"That's the point! I enjoy watching you writhe in discomfort." I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. You know, I almost forgot all about... Never mind.
"Dude, you're spacing out." Spencer said. Oops.
"My bad," I said sheepishly.
Spencer walked me home, only speaking once or twice to comment on the weather. It was dark now, and this time the actual stars shone bright in the dark sky. The moon cast shadows through the darkness and a streetlamp flickered spontaneously on a street corner.
"You know, you don't have to walk me home," I reminded him.
"Of course I do. You know, I heard Tom Kaulitz enjoys walking around at this time of night." He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled as if I had swallowed laughing gas. Awkwardly, I cut off the giggle and turned it into a sort of strangled cough.
"You okay?" He inquired.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just... Dandy," I muttered. God, what the heck is wrong with me?
We finally stopped in front of my apartment building. "Uh, well g-good night," I stuttered.
"Wait, you never did tell me why you were out on that bench tonight..." He trailed off.
I sighed. "I got stood up. Good night," I said, and left. In a reflection from the glass doors leading into the apartment building, Spencer stared after me.
*OKAY! Well, this chapter actually ended VERY differently in the first draft of it *winkwink*, but I like it better this way. Well, I'm planning on finishing this story by the time I go on my school's 8th grade field trip to Washington, DC, which is during Spring Break.
Again, thank you to Kat for editing (very well, by the way). Also, the reason I changed the ending is because those kinds of scene are always very awkward for me to write (not THOSE kinds of scenes, you disgusting little creepos). I'll try to fine tune my writing skills in that department, but until then, no PG-ness! LATER!*
