Our shopping time at the mall went fast and despite my previous hate towards this particular activity, I have to be honest and admit that this time something was different, because I was genuinely having fun. To my surprise I even ended up purchasing not one, but two things - a black Beatles T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Please, don't judge me! I'm an ordinary girl who just likes to keep everything in her life as simple as possible.
And last, but not least, just like Gabbie promised, she really did picked the perfect outfit for the party. Let just say that it's definitely not what I'm used to wear on a daily basis, but apparently my best friend has some sort of magical power over me, because I actually really did like my new look.
At first I was sceptical about this whole, as Gabbie likes to call it, "stepping-out-of-you-comfort-zone" friendly therapy, but after staring for a good amount of time at my reflection in the mirror, wearing that single piece of clothing, it made me feel somehow different, a little changed even. It was weird and scary, and amazing and exhilarating p at the same time. I felt beautiful and confident, even a little proud of myself. Well, I enjoyed all those new feelings for about a minute, right before Gabbie barged in the dressing room to see what was taking me so long, earning herself an inappropriately loud scream and almost giving me a heart attack. For the record, she was easily forgiven after suggesting what we should do for tonights' grand finale. One word, five letters - pizza.
"I don't want to go home yet! Do you know what we should do next and I can assure you that it's really going to be the perfect ending for our girly time?" She asks me, while eating the last slice of her pepperoni pizza. I take a quick look at her, already knowing what the answer will be. Our best friend telepathy is going on full speed tonight.
"Movie!" We shout at the same time and burst out laughing when a few people turn their heads in our direction.
"Can it be a scary one? Just this time, I promise! I'm not in the mood for one of those cheesy romantic comedies today." She says with the perfect sad puppy dog eyes, resting her chin on the palms of her hands and heavily batting her long eyelashes at me.
"Oh, come on! You can never have too much romance!" I try to protest, but with no avail. Honestly, I don't like scary movies, because there's too much blood and violence in them. They always mess with my head and give me horrible nightmares.
"True! But you know these things don't actually happen in real life. The chances are near to impossible. In fact, I'm pretty sure that you have a bigger chance of becoming the president of the world than having an amazing relationship with the perfect guy like in those movies." I have to admit she has a point. Once again. Maybe I should listen to my best friend more often.
"Ok, fine. Do you want to pick which one or..." I don't even have a chance to finish my sentence, because she is already walking to the ticketing counter and I'm pretty sure that I catched a glimpse of a wide triumphant grin plastered on her face. I can't hold myself and smile at her, even though she can't see me. I decide that if she's the one buying the tickets for the movie, I should be the one who is responsible for all the sweets, popcorn and drinks.
Almost two hours and numerous calories after, I can barely stay seated. The movie turned out to be exactly what I expected. Full of jump scares, awful deaths and lots, and lots of thick, red blood. Every time there's a violent scene I try to look away, but it's simply not working. Like I said, not my thing.
"I have to go to the restroom." Gabbie whispers to me then stands up.
I nod my head, reaching for the box of popcorn just when another bloody scene comes on the screen. And being the gawky person I've always been, in attempt to cover my eyes I almost drop the popcorn all over my head. Why did I even agree watching this horrible movie in the first place? Oh, that's right, because I'm such an awesome friend.
Suddenly I feel someone's warm breath fanning my right ear and sending a scary, cold chill down my spine. I put my hands down squeezing my fists tightly, my body instinctively stiffen by the intimate proximity of the creepy stranger. Probably not the best reaction when you are all alone in a movie theatre.
"She can't just leave you here all alone. Something bad may happen to you." That's exactly what I had in mind! My eyes widen in surprise, my jaw almost falling on the floor, as I immediately recognize the low, rough voice of the guy behind me. I'm so glad that it's dark in here, because I'm pretty sure my cheeks are bright red at this point.
"Are you stalking me?" I whisper back, trying my best not to show the excitement that flows inside me.
I wait a few seconds for his response and decide to turn around when it doesn't come. The first thing that greets me when I turn my head are the warm dark brown eyes that I look in for the second time today. Our faces are just a few inches away from each other, which makes that familiar breathtaking tickling to visit my stomach. Again!
"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just watching a movie." David says, looking straight into my eyes, his gaze making my thoughts chaotic and a bit hazy. I have this weird feeling that he wants to tell me something else, something more. I also have the sudden, unexpected inner urge to grab his adorable face and to kiss the hell out of him. I purse my lips together and turn back to the screen, so he won't be able to see the smile he caused. "It was nice seeing you again, Liza." As I hear David's whisper in my ear one more time, my smile gets even bigger and the blush even more red and visible. I wait a heartbeat, two, three before I turn around again, but I'm surprised to see that now there's no one behind me.
Where did he go?
"Did I miss a lot?" Gabbie says, startling me as she plops in the seat next to me.
"Umm... No, not at all." I turn back to the screen, pretending to watch the movie, but still a little confused about what just happened.
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First Love (David & Liza)
FanficJust a cliche high-school love story... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "What is more romantic than this?" I say, spreading my hands, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. The cold raindrops hit my skin, creating lazy rivers down my face and neck. I...