"That was a sucky hint. I mean, half of the population in that class is brunette, or some variation of it! You couldn't have given me, I don't know, the row you sit in?"
"That would be too easy."
"Why does it have to be hard?"
"Its more fun."
"Oh, boo. Have we ever spoken?"
"No, I don't think so. Maybe in passing, or something like that."
"Damn. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait."
"I guess so. It was cute seeing you get all excited, though."
"C-cute?"
"That is what I said, isn't it? You had the biggest smile on your face, and they way you looked around at everyone. It was hard to keep it together, honestly."
"I probably looked like a total idiot!"
"A cute idiot."
"A cute idiot...Okay. I am Mae, the cute idiot."
"Mae, my cute you idiot. Wait- I-I didn't mean my Mae...why are you laughing?"
"Your cute idiot. I have to go, but I'll talk to you later. Tah-tah."
"Goodbye Mae."
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