Addicted

BUBBLES

"So is anyone home?" Vanessa asks while waiting for me to open the door.

"Nope, my mom's at work. My sister's probably playing with bubbles at her friend's house. That is if she has any friends. So you don't have to worry about meeting the family tonight," I answer, closing the door after we enter.

"Aww, younger sister?" She asks.

"Yeah, why would my older sister play with bubbles?" I question, laughing. 

"Hey, I have an open mind," She defends herself. I chuckle.

"Whatcha wanna do?" I ask.

"Your house, your call," She replies.

"Wanna play with my sister's bubbles? She has a lifetime supply," I suggest.

"Oh God, please. I've been dying for someone to ask me that," She says sarcastically, laughing. I smile at her.

"Are you serious?" I question.

"I don't care. Everything is fun with you," She states. I quickly run to grab the bubbles so she doesn't see the blush she gave me. But once I come back, I'm out of breath. I can't remember the last time I ran.

"Look, you take my breath away," I flirt while opening the door to the backyard. She laughs.

"Our next-next date should be in the gym," She says, holding my hand, pulling me outside.

I blow a bubble right in front of her face and she pops it with her finger. I make a fake sad expression and say, "That bubble was for you. It wasn't supposed to be popped." She giggles.

"Well, it was going to be popped anyway. It's better to pop it now than let the ground do it later," She speaks. I lean in slowly to kiss her. But she takes a step back.

"I should go home," She says anxiously, going inside, grabbing her bag, and heading towards the door.

"But," I say to try to make her stay. Yet, she cuts me off. I close the door to the backyard before following her.

"I have to go home, okay?! So, if you could just drive me home, that would be great!" She yells. I grab the car keys. The drive to her house is mute. But when we make it to her house I say to her,

"Look. I am not strong enough to run up and down the stairs which means that I am not the ground and I will not pop you. You are so much stronger than me so you are not the bubble. If anything, we're Romeo and Juliet." She smiles and her eyes tear up.

"Pick me up tomorrow for our double date with Rome and Julia at your house," She says, before opening the car door and letting herself out. Huh. She ran away so I wouldn't have to see her cry. I ran away so she wouldn't have to see me blush. I guess we are Romeo and Juliet and we are meant to be.