All of the Small Things

Chapter 3

It's silent for a little bit, so I put my headphones back in and continue walking side by side with my role model. I mean, look at this cutie, how couldn't he be my role model. He's a vegetarian, straight edge, talented-

My thoughts get cut off by somebody tugging at my headphone. Who the- oh, right Drakes here. Somehow I completely forgot about him being right next to me, while thinking about him. Sad I know.

"Whatcha listening to?" he asks politely.

"Oh, uhm just an old Blink 182 song"

"Dude! I love them! Can I listen?"

"Sure, why not? You already have my headphone."

He puts my black headphone into his ear. I'm thankful that he does the left one because I'm standing to his right, and I don't think I'm quite ready to be squished together with him. I might faint, then he'd have to save me again and that would be really fucking embarrassing.

"Hey, can I see your ipod?"

I pull out my outdated iPod 4 my brother gave to me when I left and hand it over to him. (Okay, I realize that may not be that outdated now, but remember this is 5 years in the future.) He starts scrolling through my songs and picks one we both know very well. Then, to my utter shock starts serenading me with his song 'Simply Perfect". I smile the whole time, and when it's over I applaud him through the ridiculousness of it all.

Once we reach the mall after listening to Marianas Trench, SayWeCanFly, Mayday Parade, Motionless in White, and A Day To Remember we head striaght to Hot Topic. I look at the gauges and find a pair I really like. They're these 6 gauge dangly owl ones that I've always wanted. I grab them and look around for Drake. I find him looking at the hats. Weirdo.

"Ooh, dude, you should totally get the Pikachu hat!'

He turns around swiftly, haha I must've startled him.

"Yeah! I love it!" he says with his little kid excitement.

"So whatcha got there?" he asks pointing to the white owls I have in my hand. I unclench my fist and hold out my hand to show him them.

"Oh, just some gauges I like. Ready?"

"Yeah, and those are pretty rad!"

As we make our way towards the cash register I see a stack of applications. Yes! I ask for one, then we buy our stuff and leave. Drake immediately puts on his new hat. I laugh at his dorkiness.

"Hey, you wanna get some ice cream?"

"Hellz yes!"

We head over to the Dairy Queen at the food court and both get vanilla cones. We sit down at a table, eating in awkward silence for a minute.

"So, 13 huh?"

"What?" I ask in confusion to his statement.

"You found me when you were 13?"

"Ah, yes."

"So that makes you...?"

"If I tell you will you keep talking to me?"

"Of course! Why would I stop?" he smiles.

"Well, uh, I'm 18"

"Oh, gotcha. Well, you look older."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"What? No! It just means you look mature. You're very pretty Rinn."

"Oh, um, thanks" I say awkwardly, not quite sure how to respond. I don't hear those words very often.