I'm Happy Just to Dance with You

~Chapter 37

The bell. The bell is probably the happiest sound I heard all day. In fact, it was the only sound I was happy to hear. The sound of freedom. Well, the freedom of no school for two weeks.

I ran out of class and joined the gang. Veronica was explaining last night to Kaithlyn. She looked so embarrassed; I wouldn't blame her.

Paul was talking to John about band stuff, the usual. I believe they were planning they're next gig. I can hardly remember the last time I went to one.

We were all going to go out somewhere, but I wasn't really in the mood to go to another crazy party or whatever they were planning on doing. I really only wanted to stay on the couch all break and eat.

"Want me to walk ye home?" offers Paul.

I smile, "Why of course."

He extends out his arm, and I link mine with his. We begin walking, our steps matching every once in a while.

When we reached our destination, I pulled out my keys and he quickly snatched them out of my hand. Before I began to protest, he unlocked and opened the door for me. He handed my keys back to me and gave me a cute, goofy grin.

"Do you want to come in?" I ask.

"No, it's all right. I was goin' to go home," he says.

"Are you sure? My mum baked cookies," I say.

"Let me in," he says quickly rushing towards the kitchen. When I get to the kitchen, I see he has already found the cookies.

"Hey, save some for me," I say as I steal a cookies he was about to place in his mouth.

"Do ye want me to get ye some milk with that?" he offered.

"Well, obviously. You can't just have cookies without milk."

"Then wha' happens if yer lactose intolerant?"

"Touché."

He pours me a glass, then one for himself. I dunk my cookie inside the milk, when suddenly, the despicable thing happens. I dropped the whole cookie in the glass. It begins to sink until it hits the bottom.

I let out a small cry. I can already see the cookie begin to deteriorate the longer it sits there. I get a fork and try to scoop it out. It was pathetic, really, but it worked.

I took a separate plate with a few cookies to the couch. I turned on the telly and watched whatever show was on. Paul sat down next to me and gave me a bit of his cookie.

"Julia?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you come the group's gig tomorrow?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Um... I don't know," I say.

"Please? I thought ye and George were friends now."

"We are but that's not the problem."

"Then what is the problem?" He said a little harshly.

"It's the both of you," I snap. "Whenever you're around each other it's awkward. Everyone's tense, especially the two of you. You guys barley even talk anymore. It's effecting your relationship and soon you guys won't even have one. Can you at least try to make up?"

He brushed his hand through his hair. "It's complicated," he mutters.

"Look," I say, "I know I screwed everything up but can you try? For me?"

He paused. I can tell things are racking around in his head right now. It was obvious.

"All right. I'll do it," he declares.