Raynestorm

Rayne

Rayne

4 years later...

I snuck up behind my best friend and whispered,

"Boo!" in her ear, and she screamed.

"Rayne! You have got to stop scaring me like that."

"Sorry Em, but I've got something to tell you."

"Okay, whatis it?"

"Um..." I start, looking around to make sure there isn't anyone listening in, "I think I like Adam."

"Really‽" she screams, I nod, "Woo!"

"Whoa! Chill, I don't need everyone to know."

"Sorry, Sorry, right. It's just, I've been begging you for years to make that move!"

"You're yelling again, and, if I have to tell Adam how I feel, then you have to go out with Matthew."

"Ugh! I don't- I mean, no. I like him-"

"Exactly, you like him. So go out with him."

"Yeah, go out with me," while we had been talking, Mat had snuck up next to us, and heard most of what we were saying.

"Okay! Okay! But if this goes wrong, then it isn't my fault, and if I'm doing this, then you have to talk to Adam." Emma replies.

"Fine. I'll go home with him for lunch or something." I say.

"Good. Then Em, you can come with me to get lunch. It can be our date."

"Ugh. Fine," she says, just as the bell rings, "Now c'mon, we have to get to class, Fleming is going to kill us if we're late again." We all laugh and start moving fast enough to get to class on time.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I walk to the middle school building just after second class, hoping that Adam got my message, to meet him for lunch. Just as I was walking towards the building the high school bell rang for lunch and a hoard of high schoolers came rushing out of the building to get to the train for lunch. Unfortunately for me, that means me, being a small seventh grader was awash in a sea of midriffs and chests. It was one of those times when I wished I had been taller.

"Adam?" I shouted, hoping that maybe he would hear me and come to my rescue; I know, I know, classic princess wanting her strong prince to save her. I was eleven, okay?

"Hey, Rayne," he appeared out of the masses, "What's up?"

"Did you get my message?"

"Yeah," he said, checking his phone, "you wanted to eat lunch together."

"Yeah, I did. Do. I mean..."

"Yeah. I understand," he said, laughing a little at my embarrassment, "C'mon, let's get to the train before it leaves." I followed closely behind him so that I wouldn't get cut off by all the tall high schoolers. We got out of the crowd and to the train platform not a second before the doors closed. Once we had found an empty compartment and sat down he finally opened his mouth to ask me something, I had my hopes about what it would be. "What do you want to get for lunch?"

"Yes," I answered the question I had hoped he would ask. He gave me a confused look, "oh, sorry, I mean, um, yes I want to eat?"

"Right, so what do you want to eat?"

"Oh, yeah, I don't really care."

"Okay. Umm, how about we go to Gazola's?"

"The pizza place?"