Love at First Slice (IN SERIOUS EDITING)

McMunchies

ch. 9 McMunchies

After the "big kiss" and horrific scare, Austin took Alex out on their first date. By the time she came back, she was intoxicated with love and infatuation. She loopily floats through the door with a permanent look of pleasure plastered on her face.

"Well, miss Alex," Casey smirks. "How'd it go with your lover?"

Alex grin widens (if that was humanly possible) as she hears Casey's words. "You guys," She almost sings. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world."

"Well," I begin. "You kind of are. Your dad's a world famous hair stylist, you're an aspiring model, you're the definition of flawless and-"

"Whatever, Char," Casey shushes me. "How'd it go?"

Alex sinks into a chair. "So," She begins. "You know how I'd realized he kept being all weird around me?" We nod. "Apparently he'd liked me since the second time we met. AANNYWAYS he said that he kept trying to deny his feeling for me because he didn't know if I liked him and he didn't wanna make things awkward. Which is such a relief because I thought I'd be spending the rest of my life infatuated with this boy who's got girls falling at his knees and whatever." She takes a breath. "He took me to the café you work at, then we sat and spoke for who knows how long. Then he took me to some place I don't even know where and it was absolutely gorgeous. There were flowers everywhere and he laid out a picnic and we spoke s'more." She looks down sheepishly. "And we kissed a little."

I quirk an eyebrow. "A little?"

She flushes. "Okay, a lot." We laugh.

"I'm so happy for you, Alex," Casey grins, embracing her in a hug.

Instead of joining in on this memorable moment, I jump out of my seat, cheering, "WOO! This ship has sailed!" Enthusiastic and excited hand gestures and dances included. "Should the ship name be Double A or A&A? Or maybe 'Battery' 'cause, you know, AA batteries?" I inquire. They look at me with a dead look in their eyes. "Oh, c'mon! I'm trying here!"

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I scroll through the same posts on my dashboard for what seems like the eighth time. Sighing, I shut my laptop. I know I shouldn't expect my dash to be bombarded with posts at one in the morning, but I'd expect Australia to throw in some commitment.

Anyways, right about now is the time where I laze around upside down, rethinking my life choices and what to make of my life. It's kind of a nightly ritual. But on certain nights such as tonight, my adrenaline is racing and my brain is busier than Time Square on New Years. I'm itching to do something, anything.

In fact, I've made a list.

Things I could possibly, maybe do right now

-write a novel

-run a marathon

-paint a mural

-redecorate the apartment

-chop off all of my hair

-and dye it red

-or blue

-go on a hike

-climb Mt. Everest

-etc.

Seeing that I cannot do anything on that list under the circumstances, (the circumstances being I'm broke and it's 1 a.m.) I settle for a late night adventure.

But, of course, I can't do that alone. So, naturally, I react upon my desires and strut over to Casey's room, creaking the door open. I'm immediately greeted by her massive stacks of CD's and Pink Floyd posters plastered over her walls, and her bracelet collection placed all over the top of her dresser. I creep in, approaching her bed.