Why Don't You Just Kiss Me Then.

Being Awkward Is Being Kewl

Well. . .

An adventure. My time has finally come. Although our Aunt offered her (AWESOME RED CONVERTIBLE) car to us, we declined. We both favored walking anyway. I skipped down the driveway, taking big jumps as I crossed the street. Thomas came quickly jogging after me, matching my energy and bouncing all around. He took my hand and spun me around, and before you knew it we were salsa dancing on the side of the road. I laughed hysterically as the people in their cars looked at us weird. We headed straight for the small, homey shopping center we had passed on the way in, jumping and talking and running to let out our energy. We arrived in five minutes, and I made a mental note to come here a lot. It was perfect. A small grocery store, an ice cream parlor, restaurants and shops everywhere you turned. Even a (really) nice hotel with a swimming pool. It was small too, not at all like the big city Thomas and I had grown up in. "Thomas!" I shouted, snapping his attention away from a sports store with body boards lining the wall. "Ice cream time!" I said, tapping my wrist like there was an invisible watch. He nodded furiously and ran to catch up with me. It was already 12:00, and I was all geared up for an ice cream lunch. That was, until I walked into the ice cream parlor. My heart dropped into my stomach, only to crawl back up into my throat, bringing some distasteful acids with it. My heart dropped back into its place in my chest, leaving a fluttering feeling to linger there. Right across the ice cream parlor was just about the cutest boy a girl could have ever seen in her entire life. He had brown eyes that made me melt, and straight white teeth with matching dimples. I whipped around to Thomas, causing him to run right into me. I gave him the look. He watched me curiously before rolling his eyes. "Gosh, Lama. Don't you want to talk to him before you freak out?" He knew me so well. I created a smile that felt like warm jelly smeared across my face, and shook my head quickly. No Thomas, I cannot talk to him. I am physically unable to form sane sentences at the moment.
HE'S BROWN EYE DIMPLE HAIR WHITE WAVY STRAIGHT PERFECT ANGEL OF THE WORLD I NEED HOW OLD CAN I CAN HE NOT I MEAN JUST LOOK HE IS AH.
Those were my thoughts on the subject. Thomas drags me outside the parlor and sets me down on a chair. He then bent down in front of me, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. "Snap out of it." He says, a hint of annoyance tinting his voice. I frown, my bottom lip sticking out a full twelve inches. "Bu- bu- bu- buuuttt?" I respond cleverly. "Amabel. Do you want to talk to him?" He asks. The warm jelly smile appears again and I shrug giddily. Thomas grins slyly. "Ok then." He hauls me up from the chair and I am snapped out of my trance as I realize that Thomas is dragging me by the wrist towards the door. AKA toward Cute Boy. "No!" I say, horror laced through my voice. "Come on then." Thomas says through a sigh. He gets me halfway to Cute Boy, in the line of sight of Cute Boy when I decide to sit down. Thomas still has my wrist, and I am sitting, refusing to be introduced. On the ice cream store's floor as people look at me weird. People including Cute Boy. I look to Thomas for help and he pulls on my wrist harder. I give him a desperate look and he hauls me up over his shoulder. I'm too embarrassed to do anything. Thomas walks to Cute Boy's table, where he is sitting alone on his phone. Alone. Wow. He is already looking at us from my dramatic collapse scene on the floor. Just to make it worse, Thomas pulls out a chair across from him and plops me down into it. Cute Boy looks from me to Thomas with a smile and a confused expression. "What's the name?" Thomas asks Cute Boy. "Uh- Matt?" he answers. "Amabel, Matt. Matt, Amabel. You two crazy kids have fun." Thomas drums on the table before heading toward the order counter. I smile nervously and Matt smiles a very confused, very cute smile. "I'm- uh- sorry about. . . him." I stutter out, motioning to Thomas. He laughs. Thank God. "It's fine. He looks kind of familiar." I nod, glad to have something to talk about. "Have you ever hear of The Maze Runner?" A smile stretches across his face. "Yeah, it's my favorite book!" My insides explode. "Mine too." I say, laughing. "Anyways, he's N-" I stop in the middle of the sentence. I can't say it. Won't say it. A look of agony crosses Matt's face. "N-newt?" He asks gravely. I swallow and nod, biting back a total breakdown. He nods sadly, but then perks up. "He's playing. . . him?" I smile. "Yea! He's Thomas Sangster." Matt nods. "Woah." He says. "So are you guys. . .?" He trails off, but the look on his face asks the question for his lips. "No, no. We've been best friends for. . .like. . .ever." He nods and smiles, he cheeks growing pink. "Uh- in that case, um. . . Would you maybe. . . Um. . . I- we could, um, uh. . ." I let him stutter on for a little while longer, my heart beating a million miles a minute while I try to wrap my head around the situation. "Yes!" I say, then cough a little. My cheeks heat up and I smile sheepishly. "I mean, um, yeah, yeah, that'd be okay. . ." He smiled widely before letting out a few more stutters. "So- um, Saturday night, at eight? We could meet up like, uhm outside of here?" I smile and stutter along with him. "Yeah, yes, that'd be okayyyy?" We start talking at the same time before smoothing it over with laughing. This is amazing. He's almost as awkward as I am, how rare. We must be meant for each other. I mean, I haven't even met anyone as awkward as I am, well except for. . .

THOMAS?!?!

OK SO IM NOT COMMENTING ABOUT ANYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER CAUSE I WANT TO SEE YOURE REACTIONS. IS IT A CLIFFHANGER? A REALIZATION? A PLAN TO MURDER A CHEESBURGER? YOU WONT KNOW UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER (what happens depends on how you interpret the ending of this chapter).

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