indecisive (on hold)

12.

Everything. There was no way in hell I am going to tell him everything. That's stupid. Absolutely stupid. Everything. Never.

 "I don't know what everything is. You're gonna need to ask questions." I smirk, taking a bite out of my pineapple.

 "Alright." He squints his eyes at me, concentrating. We sat, for what felt like five minutes, in silence. Did it really take him this long to come up with a question? Finally, he smiles and opens his mouth to speak.

"What's your favorite color?"

 I stare at him. "Really, Harry? It took you this long to come up with that?" He starts laughing like a three year old and nods.

"Black."

"What?"

"Black. My favorite color is black." I shrug.

"But, you're a girl."

"Your point?"

He just stares at me. Why was that such a big deal? I had never been a big fan of bright colors. Dark colors were comforting. Maybe, I was weird. Fuck it.  

"Okay, ummmmm favorite food."

 "Salad."

 Harry breaks out into laughter. "Salad?" He looks at me, tears in his eyes. I nod, embarrassed. "Whose favorite food is salad?"

 "Mine." I pout.

 "Your favorite food is lettuce, basically."

 "No! Salad is more than that!" I defend my favorite food. "It all depends on how you make it."

 "You're weird." He chuckles, regaining his breath.

 "I don't claim to be normal."

 He purses his lips and nods. "I like you, Liz."

 "What?" I choke on my breath.

 "I like you."

Not in that way. He couldn't. He wouldn't. So in what way?

 "In what ways?"

 "I like you as a person. You're...different."

I didn't know how to feel about that. He likes me as a person. What does that even mean? I guess, I like him as a person too? I did. He was interesting and smart and amazing and genuine and everything I'm not.

I shake off the thoughts and resume my mind into reality.

 "Well, thank you." I bow my head. "I like you too, Harry. You're...different." I  mimic his accent and he laughs.

 "What's your middle name, Liz?"

 "Rose."

 "Well, Elizabeth Rose, it's time to go back to class."

 We call the waitress over. I argue with Harry, to pay for my meal, for a good five minutes. I finally win, paying half, much to his annoyance. We climb back into his car and drive to campus. When we got out of the car, we stride into class a little before it starts. Again, sitting in the back. During the class, I desperately try to pay attention. However, Harry's constant paper balls hitting me, makes it difficult. When I scold him, he laughs like a two year old. I roll my eyes and try to focus. I eventually give up and fall asleep.

 "Liz." Harry whispers. "Elizabeth Rose!"

He yells into my ear causing my eyes to shoot open.

 "Jesus!" I jump. I look at him, murdering him with my eyes. He raises his hands in a surrender.