Opposites Attract

Chapter six

Hate me more HEHEHEHEHE. *insert devil smiling emoji here*

THIRD PERSON POV

Elsa sat, cross legged on her couch in the middle of her room.

"Come on Jack call.." Elsa thought tapping her fingers over her phone.

She reached for it, then retrieved her hand. Biting her lip.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to go out! Maybe he's tired!" Elsa shook her head and closed her eyes.

A familiar ring tone of a sequenced rings and dings sounded from her phone.

Elsa's eyes popped open and she grabbed her phone.

"Hey! I was.."

"Elsa? Hey! It's me, Miles."

"Miles? Oh my god I haven't talked to you in like forever! How have you been? Where are you?"

"I know! My dad got a job offer here . We moved just literally down the hill! Do you still live in that same house?"

"Yeah! The only black house in the neighborhood.. Wow this is so great!"

Miles laughed, "so, what are you up to tonight."

Elsa sighed. "Absolutely nothing. I was supposed to go half priced ice skating. But I haven't gotten the call yet and it's already 7:30."

"Well I'm free. And I have a car." Elsa could feel him smirking from the other side of the line.

"Elsa? Would you be honored as to go on a half priced ice skating adventure?"

Elsa giggled.

"Of course!"

"Great! I'll be right down! I mean up.. Because your up the hill from me. Yeah! That's right. Okay I'll see you in a bit." Miles laughed then hung up.

Elsa checked her text messages smiling from the conversation.

No messages

She flipped her phone down and strutted to her closest. A low cut not so skanky black tee shirt, white skinny jeans and purple platform heels she pulled from her closet. She shook her head.

"No heals. Converse."

Once done she added white eyeshadow, a black thin like of eyeliner then a coat of mascara. Red lipstick to top it off.

Elsa felt like she was going on a date. "Maybe it's too dressy. I mean it's not a date.. Is it? No. It's just a reunion I haven't seen him for at least six years. Can't a girl dress up to see her old bestfriend? I think yes." Elsa threw her purse over her shoulder just as the headlights of a Bentley pulled up.

Props of living in a very expensive, high end neighborhood.

Elsa ran down the stairs in excitement.

"I wonder if he got really hot?" She thought racing to the door. Popping in a mint, not like she would need it for anything.. Or would she?

Elsa opened the door causally after hearing the knocks.

He gotten hot.

Miles sleek jet black hair is spiked at the end near his forehead. His dark eyebrows and dark chocolate hair gave him the bad boy, hot, sexy look.

Elsa gaped at his muscular shoulders pounding through his black sweater.

Suddenly those two arms embraced Elsa shaking her.

Elsa still stood in shock.

"Oh my god you've gotten so.. So.. hot!" She finally exclaimed. Her cheeks went red instantly.

Miles blushed as well.

"You're not to bad yourself." Miles winked taking her by the arm.

Elsa followed smiling linked arms with him.

A COUPLE HOURS LATER

"Okay! Okay! Oh my god don't let go! Ah!" Miles slipped and slid around the rink while Elsa clung onto him, trying to steady him.

"Okay I'm over it."

After getting out of their skating shoes, and grabbing coffee Miles drove Elsa back to her door.

"Thank you so much Miles." Elsa looked to him smiling the biggest smile.

Turns out Miles was smiling even bigger. The goofiest smile Elsa could imagine of.

Until he leaned over and kissed her. Then she matched his smile.