Chocolates or Cakes?
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"Darren?" I looked in surprise, suddenly over conscious of what I was wearing.
He smiled, "Hey Mackenzie."
"What are you doing here?" I shook my head, "No, of course, I don't mean what are you doing here, I mean, what are you doing here?" I rambled like a fool, "Look, I-"
"Hey." He chuckled, "I think I understand what you're trying to say."
"Thank you." I sighed in relief
"I was in the neighbourhood and just decided to stop and say hi, since we don't really see in school."
"That was really thoughtful of you, uh-"I stepped aside from the door, "You could come in."
"Right." He nodded and stepped in. I closed the door and led him into the living room.
"I'm sorry. . . this house, it might not be, uh-"
"It's fine. It really doesn't matter. It looks comfortable." He said, looking around.
"It sure is." I nodded, about to ask if he'd like to eat or drink anything, but I remembered there was nothing for him to eat or drink, well, except if he wouldn't mind eating cereal or drinking water, and that didn't seem like a nice way to welcome a visitor, so I just kept my mouth shut.
"You should have a seat." I said to him. He nodded and walked over to the couch.
"So, how are you?" I asked him, sitting on the couch just opposite him.
"Good, I guess. Now, how are you?" He looked at me.
I smiled,"Me? I'm fine." I cleared my throat, "Of course."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep." I nodded.
"I don't know if it's me, but you look like you've been crying."
"No, that's not true." I knew I sounded very unconvincing, but whatever. "I actually just woke up from sleep."
Yeah, well, you cried before sleeping, my subconscious told me.
"Yeah? Long day?"
"You bet." I nodded, smiling and snapping a finger.
"What did you do?"
"Well, I had to go look for a job, you know."
"Did you get one?"
"Sure, I did." I nodded.
"Oh that's great." He smiled, "I think it's cool that you have something doing to just make things better for yourself, you know."
"Yeah, I figured I did need to get a job." I nodded.
"How's your mom?" He asked, concern in his eyes.
"I was at the hospital today, she looked quite okay, at least."
He smiled, nodding sympathetically, placing a hand over mine as he said, "This must be a tough time for you, but I'm sure you'll get through it."
I swallowed and smiled, "Thanks a lot, Darren."
"It's okay."
"Are you. . . are you always this nice?"
"I'm hurt." He placed a hand over this chest and I chuckled as I said, "No, I mean, you're really a nice guy."
"Why, thank you. I'm closer to my mom so I get the 'be a gentleman' talks." He rolled his eyes as we both laughed.
Just then, I heard the doorbell ring and I stopped laughing. Who could be here?
I turned to look at Darren who looked at the door, and then at me.
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Teen FictionHighest Rank : #6 in Romance #24 in Teen Fiction She was smart. She wanted three scholarships. She was struggling. She was strong. She was pretty. She was Mackenzie. He was hot. He didn't care. He didn't want any girl too close, but he wanted atten...