It was later at night, and I was getting hungry. I search for something to eat in my apartment, but there wasn't anything good so I settled for Vegemite on toast. Not a healthy dinner, but it would do.
After making my toast, I plopped down on the couch and grabbed Twizzler girl's phone. I dialed the same home phone number again. After ringing two or three times someone finally picked up.
"Hello?" I heard a voice say.
"Um, yeah hi." I awkwardly stuttered. I had been trying to return this phone all night, but I never even thought about what I was gonna say when somebody answered.
"So I have your phone. Obviously. Wow that sounded dumb sorry. But is this the girl who was at the grocery store today? We talked about music?" I asked, trying to see if I was talking to Twizzler girl or some other stranger who answered the phone.
"Yeah! And twizzlers!" She laughed. Definitely the right girl.
"Well you left your phone on the counter and I tried to get it back to-" Then she cut me off.
"Thank god, I was so worried all afternoon where it was!" She exclaimed.
"I know it might not be convenient, but do you want to meet up somewhere so I can give it back to you?" I felt myself blushing, which was so stupid. Why was I getting nervous talking to this girl? The only think I knew about her was that she liked twizzlers and had good taste in music.
"That would be great! How about we meet each other at the grocery store, back where we started?" She giggled a little.
"Ok. I'll be there in 10. Bye." I hung up quickly, which now that I was thinking about it, was slightly rude.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, Twizzler girl and I were standing in the parking lot of the grocery store.
"Thank you!" She grinned. "I felt so bad about leaving it here, I was trying to find my credit card quickly so I wasn't holding you up when I was paying and-" I interrupted her.
"It's totally fine, don't worry about anything." I honestly was angry about it whatsoever.
"You sure? I feel like I need to repay you for all the trouble I put you through." She said.
"No, no I actually needed to leave the house anyways. I was heading over to the pizza shop over there." I lied.
"Oh ok." She nodded.
"You're welcome to join me though, you know, if you wanted to." I awkwardly blurted out.
The girl shrugged, "I was just gonna go home and watch Netflix all night, so why not?"
Fast forward ten minutes or so later, and Twizzler girl and I were sitting across from each other eating pizza. She offered to pay, but I would look like such a douche to make a girl pay for the pizza.
"I just realized that I'm sitting here at night, eating pizza with this boy whose name I don't even know." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh. I'm Luke Hemmings. I often get mistake for Brad Pitt." I laughed at little. In my head, I was congratulating myself for coming up with a smooth joke.
"Oh, I like that name. I'm Alexandra, but that's too long of a name, so call me Alli or Alex." She said.
I finally knew the name of this girl, in stead of my makeshift nickname of "Twizzler Girl". Thinking about how I had called her Twizzler a Girl sort of made me laugh.
"What's so funny?" She looked confused.
"Oh, um it's nothing." I had realized that I had strangely started laughing out of no where.
"Come on, you can't just start laughing and then not tell me why!" She complained.
"Okay, well it's kinda embarrassing, Alex, because I didn't know your name, I created my own makeshift name for you." I felt my cheeks getting red.
"This should be good, what is it?" She smiled and took another bite of pizza.
"I called you Twizzler girl. I know, I'm really lame." I was waiting for her reaction.
"No, in a weird way, that's cute." She grinned, and that when I noticed she had this really cute smile. It was one of those smiles where it made crinkles by her eyes, a smile that looked genuine, not some fake grin.
A while later after we both finished our pizza we walked back to our cars and just before we were about to leave I said "You know, right about know is when I would pull out one of my corny pick up lines to ask you for your number."
"Oh, really?" Alex laughed, "Let's hear it." She smiled.
"You sure you don't want to save me the embarrassment and just give me your number without having to use an absolutely terrible pick up line?" I asked.
"No, you want my number, I want to hear this bad line." Alex replied.
"What a tease. Okay, prepare yourself to be blown away. Can I have you number because I lost mine?" I smirked.
"Not bad, Hemmo." She laughed.
We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways for the night.
