2. C'mon, loosen upp

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Mass is not proportional to volume
A girl as small as a violet...
A girl who moves like a flower petal...Is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then, like Newton's Apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her...with a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.

It was my first love❤

🎀🎀

"Ready?" He asked when they were finally settled in the car.

"Mhmm"

With one last glance at her he zoomed out of the house.

The first few minutes were spent in silence...which is a no-no for chatterbox Amal.

You can do this!!!
You cannot embarrass yourself, not again.
Keep your mouth shutt. Just a few hours pleaseee. She chanted in her head. Eyes shut tight.

"You alright?" She nodded her head afraid her mouth will betray her

"Sure?"

"Yeah I'm just not used to silence" he chuckled

"I figured"

"Hey, you can't blame me. I live with 4 annoyingly loud brothers. You learn to live with it "

"I know"

"You do?"

"Yeah I've been to your house a couple of times" her eyes widened.

"You have? "

"I come over for dinner once in a while but you were in school  I guess"

Of all the logical replies that went through her head at the moment, she decided to choose..."why?"

"Why what?"

"Do you come over"

"I'm friends with your brothers and my parents know your mother"

"Wow. But if you knew all this then why'd you pick up a fight with me."

"I picked up a fight with you? I think it's the other way around"

"Let's not go back to that lane. You'll be fighting a lost battle" she rolled her eyes.

"Okay then'' he said chuckling "you are something else Mimi"

"So I've heard...and don't call me Mimi please. It makes sound like a little girl" she whined.

"Aren't you?" She turned so fast he thought she'd get a whiplash.

"I'm not"

"You're acting like one right now. Besides you are a little girl. Baby girl" he glanced at her when he said the last part.

Blood rushed to her cheeks so fast as she stared at her lap fiddling with her thumb.

"Coy aren't we?"

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