Started as a hater (an Asa Butterfield fanfic)

Chapter 5

Asa's pov..........

          My goal right now is to make her open up to me. Not like making her speak but at least get to know about her personality.

          First step what makes her laugh? The easiest way to test this in a Chinese restaurant is obviously the chopsticks.

          While the parents are ingadged in their own little conversation I glance up at Jenna and stuck the chopsticks in my mouth as if the were fangs. I cought her off guard by saying, " I Von to suck your blood." In the crappy accent thing people do when immitating a vampire.

          A wide grin spreads across her face with a slite giggle. Now I know she has a good sense of humor.

          Our food comes a few min later. Now I can test another personality trate. Her caring ness level. Again chopsticks as the prop.

          I pretend I don't know how to use them. Holding them wrong making me drop my food. After about 5 "failed attempts" of using chopsticks, she leans over, grabs my hand, and adjusts my fingers into the proper positions.  Defiantly  caring.

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          After our meal the adults decide to walk up and down the street and look in some shops.

          The adults infront of us, Jenna and I walked side by side. After about 20min she suddenly stopped, huffed, and took her heels off. I couldn't blame her. Those things looked painful. And this told me more about her. It told me that if those hurt so much she had to take them off, especially risking her fashion, she doesn't wear heels much. Which probably means she a bit of a tom boy.

          We start walking again. Her shoes dangling from her left hand. Here is you chance to make a move! I was walking on her right side giving me the perfect oprotunity to hold her hand.

          I subtly slipped my hand in with hers and intertwined our fingers. Luckily she didn't pull away.

          We walked like this for a couple more hours. Until we had to bid our goodbyes.

          In wich case, she hugged my dad, my mom, then came to me. She pulled out a small slip of paper and put it in my hands.

(154)-638- 9878 I had a great time. Text me. <3

          She wrapped me in a tight hug and baried her face in my shoulder. I never want to let go but eventually we had to go home.

          I can't wait for school tomorrow! A phrase I never thought would ever come to my mind.