I'm falling! Oh crap! This is bad! My hands just touch the dirt before I stop. Hands hold underneath my armpits to keep me from hitting my head on the ground. I open my eyes to thank my savior. I lean my head back to look at a finer than fine male specimen. Dang. He haut (pronounced ho-t). Can I please have piece of this man candy? His eyes pull me in and I can barely keep from falling back on the ground, I could have sworn that there was nobody here the last time I checked. Can this guy turn flipping invisible? I realize that I'm hyperventilating and pull myself together. Gotta act cool.
He looks down on me and chuckles. CHUCKLES! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! THE NERVE OF THIS GUY! I glare at him. He helps me stand up. I brush of my hands on my jeans. Oh my god! I probably look a mess right now! I quickly run my hands through my hair trying to get it to lay down. I still haven't taken out the bun that I slept in. I nervously look around to see if anyone saw me fall down.
"Hello." My voice comes out pretty squeaky since I am, like, super nervous. I'm pretty sure I know who this dude is. I think that he lives across the street from me. I think. I don't know.
"Hey" the haut boy says to me. "I'm Cameron Parker. I just moved here and I wanted to say hi. I was already coming over and I saw you falling so I decided to catch you. Your welcome." Cameron smirks down at me as if I was lucky to be seen next to him. That's crazy. Real crazy. I will from now on avoid this moron at all costs. Even if he is hot. Even if I really, REALLY want to kiss those soft, pink, luscious lips....
"Ughhh, hello?" I snap my eyes back up to his eyes. My cheeks turn even redder from the cold. Yeah. The cold. Can't help it. It just happens. I bet it happens to you sometimes. Anyways. His face draws up in confusion. Then... oh. Realization. Crap! He knows that I was staring at him!! How mortifying! I can't believe myself! Remember: cool and calm. Yeah I snort. I'm as cool and calm as a snow storm in July.
"Ummm, sorry? I was um," (insert random excuse here)," um. I was, um. Thinking about hamburgers! Yeah! How gooey and cheesey they are. SOOO good. Do you like them? I love them. They are just so tasty. I like them with fries that have tons of ketchup on the them." OH MY GOSH! DID I JUST RAMBLE!! I JUST RAMBLED! EMEGENCY! I'M A FLIPPING JALEPNO! NOT A CUCUMBER! Deep breaths. In and out. No one is going to force you to hang out with this guy. It's fine.
"Yea. So. Anyways. Can I come in? I have cookies. My mom made me bring them over. For good community or something like that." Cameron stops talking for a sec and looks back at my house. " Nice house." He scratches his neck awkwardly. OMG. Am I making HIM nervous?!
"Yea! Of course you can come in. It's fine." I smile and start walking up the drivway to my house. I look back and stop.
"Are you coming?" Cameron had not followed me> He was still just standing there, his hand on his neck. He looks at me and nods. He sighs and starts walking up toward me. I turn and walk up to the stoop. I open the door and step inside, talking off my shoes as I go, throwing them in the corner. Cameron follows suit. He sets down the cookies and looks at me.
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