The Monster Under the Bed || Kickthestickz

Skinny Love

We walk through the corridors in silence, not an uncomfortable silence, a nice silence. We listen to the sound of one another’s feet, my battered old converse and skinny jeans looking nothing in comparison to my shirt, tie and blazer, placing them delicately one in front of the other along the hard wood floors. “Where are we going?” I whisper eventually, my previous excitement disapparating suddenly.

“Somewhere special,” he replies, glancing down at me with a simple smile on his face.

Maybe I’m getting the D.

“Where is this somewhere special?” I pry hopping up and down a tad, my hair flopping about my eyes.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see. What type of date would I be if I told you where we are going?”

I’m definitely getting the D.

“I mean, it’s not very special, so don’t get your hopes up. I don’t really have that much money so it’s just something simple, if you want we can wait and I can get a job so I can take you somewhere expensive and then you-”

“Shut up,” I tell him. “I don’t want anything that costs money. The simple things are better. It’s going to be amazing.” He blushes and turns his head away from me. A huge smile erupts on my face at his blush, a blush I was able to cause. Go on Chris! Now you can get in his pants!

Stepping out into the cold October air, Pj’s hand leaves mine as he slows down gradually to do the buttons of his grey blazer up, he tugs down the bottom and yanks up the waist line of his own skinnies. Then shifts his bag further onto his shoulder more - it appears to be empty and shows no reason for Pj to have actually brought it with him - and begins to move forward again clasping my hand in his. “It’s nearly Halloween,” he murmurs, “I don’t know where the year is going.”

I mumble what would sound like a ‘yes’ and he continues, “So I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the Halloween dance?” He’s asking you to the dance, Chris. Oh my god. This is what you have been waiting your whole entire life for.

“uhh-um- sure!” I reply hesitantly, I mean I was supposed to be going with Calum but I’m sure he’d understand. “Wow, I’ve never been asked to a dance before. Actually I’ve never been asked out or even anywhere to be honest, I don’t why but it kinda just think that people don’t like me because you only get to really know my personality once you get to know me better and then I kinda turn out to be a bit crazy so that kinda wards people off of me which means-”

Oh no, I’m rambling. Now he’s gunna want me to keep my legs closed. Nice going, Christopher.

“Chris,” Pj interrupts, “shut up.”

“Sorry,” I mumble

“It’s fine, I was kidding. I like to hear you talk.”

I smile shyly as we carry on our way, down the school driveway and out onto the main road.

“Do the school even know we’re leaving?” I ask to which Pj lets out a loud laugh.

“No, of course not. They wouldn’t have let us go if they did.”

“Oh,” I respond, uncomfortably shifting slightly.

“You’ll be fine, Chris. I’m not going to let you get into trouble even if we do get caught.”

"Is that supposed to be reassuring? Because you may be the equivalent to a god with your sandy hair and gorgeous green eyes but it didn’t really make me feel better."

“We’re stopping off at the shop first, I hope that’s okay?” he continues, not really waiting for an answer but pulling me into the dimly-lit car park of the village store.