"So, what exactly did Jonah do?" I ask while Darby walk into the shop.
"He pushed me in front of a train. He told me to 'make different choices about my sexuality'" she replies sadly. "Then a train hit me. Luckily, there was a doctor about to board the next train. He saw me, and rushed me to the hospital. Jonah didn't look too happy."
"Well now I hate him even more!!" I say out of anger.
"Well, he basically led me to you, so I can thank him for that."
"I... I... don't know what to say..."
"Sorry! Too soon."
"No, I just don't know how to agree..."
"Well, you just did. And it's just so nice to have a nice girl, that accepts me. Ryann, I really like you."
"So do I. I mean, I don't like myself, wait... no I do, but I'm not like self obsessed or anything..." I slap my face and shake my head.
"It's okay, I get what you're trying to say."
"Hey, can I have your number?"
"Sure!" She hands me her phone and I hand her mine. We exchange numbers, and then order ice cream.
"One large mint chocolate chip please." I say.
"Make that two." Darby laughs. The shop lady scoops two large mint chocolate chip ice creams.
"Cake come, point cone, waffle cone, or cup?" She asks.
"Waffle cone!" Darby and I say in unison. We laugh, and the lady hands us our ice cream.
"Thank you!" We both say. We head over to a table for two. I gobble down my ice cream, and my hands are empty by the time Darby has only taken her third bite. I lean my head on my hands and start to chat with Darby. I learn that her favorite color is green, and her favorite food is cheesecake. She hates dresses, and normally wears glasses. But, her glasses were crushed by the train. I also learn that her real name is Darcie, but she absolutely hates it. Man, Darby and I have many things in common. Even our hair is cut the same length. Darby wears lipstick, but I don't. I mean, you gotta have some differences, they say that makes a healthy relationship, and a healthy relationship is what we have.
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Teen Fiction"Jonah, I have to tell you something." "What babe?" "I'm a les." "What's that?" "Gay."