Falling For You

-XVIII-

Don't you love fall and sweater weather?

Happy thanksgiving to all!! I hope everyone has a good one. 

What is something that you guys or girls are thankful for? 

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Harley 

"You're the worst best friend ever." 

"Well excuse me, next time I'm not saving one at all! At least I still managed to keep my promise." 

"Barely! I would hardly call this a piece of cake, it's a smidgen of a sliver." 

"You should be happy I was able to save that much, our teacher looked like she was going to devour the whole thing." I state, sitting across from Drew at the dark kitchen counters. 

He didn't have anything to retort as he practically inhales the strawberry cake. Picking up every last crumb before dejectedly looking at the now empty plate staring back at him. 

"You guys should bake another." 

"Or you could just make one yourself," Ally glances up from sheets of her homework. She was determined to do her homework with us talking around her, saying she feels left out when she stays at home. 

"But yours tastes better." Standing up he puts his dishes in the dishwasher before returning to his spinning barstool seat.

"You used to always help me bake cakes," Beth walks into the room going to grab a glass out of the cupboards. "What happened to my sweet helpful little boy? Remember that time when we were making one for your dad's birthd-"

"Yes I do, mom." He groans loudly not wanting to hear it. She had a tendency to do this.  

"Wait I want to hear this, I don't think I've heard this one before." Ally gladly takes the opportunity to learn something embarrassing about Drew. I mean, who doesn't?

"Well, as I was saying it was for his father's birthday," she sets her glass of water on the island taking a seat herself. "So he had just figured out what puns and few jokes were, of course being the typical kid he loved to overuse them. Stirring the batter it got a bit too tough for him so he says to me with a dead serious face, 'you're batter at this than me, I wooden be able to do a good job like you.' While holding the wooden spoon in his hand. Scott heard him in the other room and we both burst out laughing at our clever little comedian." 

"I remember when he was in that phase," I laugh recollecting a memory. "One time when I was struggling with getting my school bag zipped together he walked up to me and zips it saying, 'that was Harley difficult at all.' There is a bunch of other times he used my name in his puns." Harley worth it, Harley difficult, you get the picture. Sometimes I'd join in and finish the end of his joke, puns become contagious apparently. 

"Oh my goodness he really did those things?" Ally asks between her laughs her eyes creasing slightly at the corners. 

"He is right here you know." Drew grunts out his cheeks tinted pink slightly. 

"Yeah yeah, you just used to be a cute little kid," she affectionately kisses his forehead before exiting the kitchen. 

"Are you saying I'm not cute anymore?" He calls after his mother's retreating figure. 

When he doesn't get an answer from her he turns to look at the two of us, with an almost innocent look. "I'm still cute right?" 

"Well my opinion doesn't count 'cause I'm into girls." Wow thanks so much for the help, Ally. 

"You can still appreciate the other gender no matter which you're into." 

"Perfect, you seem to know what you're talking about, you can tell Drew." You sly little thing. 

I sigh knowing I'm not getting out of this. "You are fucking adorable, Drew." I tell him in the most monotone deadpan voice I could muster. It wasn't a complete lie, or I guess a lie at all. But he does not need to know that.

Wait, what?

"Why thank you Harls!" He flashes me a toothy grin.

Ally mutters something along the lines of 'sarcasm at its finest' under her breath, but Drew decides to ignore that.

"So," Drew drawls out, meaning he wants something. "Since you find me so adorable, will you make another cake?"

"You're not that cute." Maybe.

He immaturely pouts and hunches over with his broad arms crossed in front of him. Is this actually a six year old child in a seventeen year old's body?

Ally abruptly slams her textbook shut and looks between us. "I'm finally done. Let's do something."

"Like?" I raise a brow questioningly.

"I don't know, whatever normal teenagers do on a Monday night." She shrugs, shoving her books and papers into her bag quickly zipping it.

"We should go bowling!" Drew says randomly.

That's actually not a terrible idea, I haven't gone in a while. "I'm down."

"Sure, I'm in."

It doesn't take long for the three of us to pack into Drew's car. In about twenty minutes we pull up to The Bowling Diner, a diner where you can bowl and eat. Perfect.

"I feel like it's been forever since I've been here." The sign's neon lights glow back in Ally's green eyes.

"Right? We used to always hangout here." I copy her and study the not-so-brand-new building, fond memories floating through my mind.

"Okay," Drew throws his arms over each of our shoulders pushing between us. "Sappy reminiscing moment over. Now, it's serious game time."

Making our way through the glass doors we go and pay for our shoes at the front desk. Walking to one of the waxed lanes  the lights give off a soft glow reflecting off of the soft orange walls. Strapping on my shoes quickly I then set my bag on the chipping white benches. When Ally finishes she mimics my action and tosses her bag onto the bench before going to the designated little computer.

Everyone's favourite and most important part, choosing your name.