Caste's POV
'Middle fingers up! If you don't give a Fuck!'
Me: *groans* Shut up alarm
Kyle: yea shut up it's Saturday
I shot up and looked at my carpet
"What the Fuck are you doing here....IN MY HOUSE!!???!?!"
"you invited me in....although the floor isn't much for a bed"
"I invited you in...."
"uh yea otherwise I wouldn't be here"
it annoyed me he said that in a duh tone I got grumbled and got up going to the bathroom shooting him a look before closing the door.
"You. Stay. There"
"aye aye captain"
After a 25 minute shower I felt the stress of everything fall off my shoulders and I remembered the fun I had last night with kyle. I got out and wrapped a towel around me. stepping out I realized I hadn't brought in clothes with me
"shit"
"language"
"shut up dickwad I forgot clothes so close your eyes and look the other way"
"aw but what about a show"
"just do it"
"fine fine fine............alright done"
I opened the door seeing him true to his word about facing the other way with his eyes closed I tip toes to my closet so he wouldn't be tempted to look....hopefully. I decided today to wear my black ripped skinny jeans and a bring me the horizon fall off the shoulder shirt complete with my blue converse to kinda throw out my purple hair there.
Kyles POV
When she stepped out wearing the ripped skinniest and fall of the shoulder BMTH shirt I could feel my eyes drifting back and forth looking her over she just looked at me and put her hand on her hips.
"what"
"nothing nothing...you just...you just look beautiful that's all"
she just blushed a lil and relaxed saying thank you...I didn't have any clothes so I decided it should head home to change but we should see a movie or something and she jumped at that idea yelling that we should see the purge cuz she loves that movie I just laughed and shrugged telling her I hadn't seen it as I climbed back out of the window. I heard her yell something like 'How can we even be friends after that' but it might've had some more....colorful language to it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~~~~
Still kyles POV
I knocked on her sort around four...I planned on taking her anywhere she wanted to go for dinner before heading to the movie. I didn't know if I should dress up or not so I wore my most "formal" band t-shirt and nicest pair of skinny jeans, I was so nervous I was bouncing up and down like a bobble head but like she just gets me so nervous and gittery her eyes are the only thing that I could stare at for forever a dark stormy blue grey more beautiful then anyone else's. She answered the door Still in her black ripped skinny jeans but her top was an OM&M sweatshirt because it was slightly chilly outside. I Shot her a smile and she gave me a small one but still a smile before linking her arm with mine as we walked towards a Farley famous pizza place (her choice not mine)
Casey's POV
I could tell he hadn't known wether to dress formal or informal by the neatness yet causality of his clothing choices which I quite liked to be honest.
He was asked where I wanted to eat and I really really really wanted pizza and I knew he hadn't been go Charlie's yet so that's where we went, Charlie knew it was my usual except tripled because I was with someone (friend...not date....friend)
so we got a large cheese pizza extra cheese
"oh my god this looks so good"
"it does...I'm glad you chose this place I love pizza"
"this will make you fall inlove all over again" I said before taking a bite of pizza letting the cheese
string it's way from the rest of the pizza to my piece to my mouth and laughed at the look on his face at how massively I ate my pizza. about 30 minutes went by and I checked the time knowing the movie was at six and it was past five I thought we should head out so he took one last bite of his piece sadness filling his eyes but linking my arm it faded as he started laughing about something.
YOU ARE READING
How are you mine
Roman pour AdolescentsHi I'm Casey! I'm 16 and I'm "Emo" I mean I am Emo but I don't like the whole status of who or what you are. so I'm just me....I'm different from a lot of people I have something that most don't have...my parents called it a gift I call it a curse.