Girlfriend

Ch2.

A few days after I saw Applejack, she sat next to me at breakfast. She smiled as she asked if the seat next to me was taken. I felt a lump in my throat because I had no control over my body. I felt the need to shake my head. So I did. I probably looked like a dog trying to sneeze.She giggled and sat down. We were eating french toast sticks that day. I hate french toast sticks. I had amost nothing on my plate exept for a big glob of applesauce. "Not hungry?"She smirked. Wow. She was breathtaking. 'Uh, no."I finally answered. She was looking at my wrist. I had on ,like, a million bracelets. 'Ya know... for self-injury reasons. "Wow, what does this say..Peirce..The..Veil?" She asked, turning the silicone bracelet around to read the full name. "Um...yeah.It's a band. It's post-hardcore." I said. "I must look like an idiot." I thought. "Oh. That's cool. I like bands like...Modest Mouse." She smiled as she talked. I'm pretty sure she made my pupils dialate. When I didn't say anything, she added "They're indie.You should check 'em out." By now, all my friends were wondering what the hell I was doing talking to an older girl. She was definantly nineteen or twenty.Maybe older that that. But, I didn't care. I nodded. And smiled. She grinned and continued touching my bracelets. She came across a spikey blue one and breathed "I liked this one." I had stolen it from my sister. I didn't tell that to Applejack, but I said "Thanks. I like it too." She laughed. "I guess that's why you wore it,then. Or, maybe you knew I would like it. Kind of like a phsycic connection." I knew she was kidding, but I wondered if she had a point. (She did.) I laughed at the joke, but stopped as soon as she touched my palm. I took a sharp breath and blushed out of my own head. I had drawn an apple on my palm, growing from a tree branch. "This is beautiful."She said quietly. "You are beautiful." I thought in my head. "You are an artist." She said. She smiled inspiringly. "I draw, too. I attend an art university in Illinois." I had no words, but I forced them out. "Oh, that's cool. I l'd love to live in Chicago someday." She nodded at took a sip of watered-down orange juice. "You should come live with me." She laughed at her joke and I couldn't help but realize that gay marrige is legal there. "I wish..." I mummbled. "What was that?" I don't think she heard me. Phew! "Oh, I said..uh... umm..I..forgot." I suck at talking oh my nonexistent God.(No offense to any Christians)She laughed and turned her whole body to me. "We should talk more often. I'll see 'ya at lunch!" With that, she left me with my jaw hanging and I'm pretty sure I looked like a sunburned tomamto. An ugly one.