I snapped my mouth shut and sent him a deathly glare.
"You know, you glare like a puppy," he laughed and I narrowed my eyes further.
"Ryan..." I began, finding my voice again.
"What, my star?" he questioned, flashing me a smile that showed his cute dimples.
Oh god save me, I thought to myself.
"One I am not a star and two, what the hell is this?" I stuttered, my cheeks flushing. He called me his star! I swear this boy was going to give me a heart attack!
"These are all the ingredients to make my favorite cocktails. We will have a taste-testing and I will serve as your bartender! And you are so my star," Ryan chirped, beginning to make a drink.
"Why am I your star?" I inquired, watching his hands rapidly pick up and measure amounts of alcohol and mix in some juices.
"Because we spent our first night together under the stars. Plus, a star just fits you," he replied, giving me a glass of what looked like ice tea.
"Well, that'...actually sweet," I mumbled, staring down at my drink, my cheeks warm with embarrassment.
Ryan gazed at me with this starry-eyed look and then became interested in the floor.
I took a sip of the drink and actually swallowed it.
"Not bad," I commented, placing the drink beside me.
"That's a Long Island, a very popular drink with people," Ryan told me.
"Oh, really?" I asked.
"Yeah, do you like it?" he asked.
"It's...interesting," I stated.
"You don't like it," he laughed, grabbing the glass before I could protest.
"Ryan, it was good..." I began but he cut me off;
"I'm not offended Star, this is only the beginning," he reassured, giving me a small smile.
"Ok, sorry I didn't like it," I apologized.
"Please don't apologize," he pleaded, mixing something in the blender this time.
Ryan blended a couple things together in the blender then poured two glasses; one for me and one for him.
"This is a Pina Colada," he said, handing me the glass.
Hesitantly, I took a sip and gasped at the fruit flavor that overwhelmed my taste buds.
"You like it?" he asked, studying my face with an amused look.
"It's amazing," I gushed, taking a gulp of the drink.
"Careful there, star. I don't want you drunk on your first drink," Ryan cautioned.
I hid behind my hair. How do I always end up embarrassing myself?
"Sorry," I stammered, cautiously taking another step.
"Stop apologizing!" he yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Sorry..." I began but then I held my tongue when he sent me a playful glare.
We sat in silence for a little bit drinking our Pina Colada's and listening to Coldplay's "Just like this" playing in the distance.
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Charming's Star
Teen FictionThis is the story of Delilah Letters, a nineteen-year-old college student. She aspires to be a screenwriter or director and dive into her imaginary worlds. However, life has other plans. After all, nothing really goes as planned. This is a short s...
