Someone Like Him

Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

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It's been a week since the fair, and as of right now, I think Will and I are at really good terms.

School is still boring as usual, but he's in my every class, so I'm not complaining. I see Anthony every now and then, but he always steers out of my way when I attempt to say hi.

Honestly, nothing much has changed. I have a math quiz every week, along with a science test every few weeks. Oh, and also, Mr. Smith delayed our English project about the "most important person in your life" presentation to next semester, which is almost the start of summer, since we haven't been working on it at all. But other than that, everything is still the same at school.

Will continues to drive me to school and back home, and I quite enjoy our rides, even if they only are ten minutes long. Sometimes, we go get some coffee or go to a small café where we'll just eat, talk, and laugh. Ever since his confession on why he likes me, it made me like and want him even more. I cherish every second I have with him.

School has already ended, and today is another one of those days where we decide to not go straight home. Will drives us to our town's old-fashioned diner. I rarely go there, but their milkshakes and fries are to die for. After parking the car in an empty spot, we both walk in together.

Immediately, I indulge the smell of burgers and fries when Will opens the door. A juke-box is at the entrance, blasting 60s music. The floors are black and white squares, sparkling and clean. There are red tables and chairs, as long with the booths. The waitresses are all wearing cute aprons and skirts, and I almost feel like I'm in a "back-in-the-day" movie, like Grease.

Will places his hand on the small of my back and leads me towards the booths, which are meant for two people. I squeeze into one side while he sits across from me. Our knees and feet accidentally bump into each other since the booths are quite cozy and compact. Very soon, a waitress, who looks around forty years old, comes up to us and takes our orders.

"I'll have a vanilla shake," I say to her. She smiles warmly as she writes down on her notepad.

"Make that two," Will adds on, "And also a plate of fries please."

I grin as she walks back and places our orders in.

"So who are you going to talk about for your English presentation?" he asks me.

"I'm not sure yet. I don't really have anyone in mind yet. I think I'll probably just do my presentation on Ellen Degeneres."

He laughs abruptly and I frown. "She's a very important person in my life. Without her, I wouldn't laugh and smile as much as I normally do. She's just amazing."

"Alright, alright," he says, recovering from his laugh.

"What about you?" I say, narrowing my eyes on him. He shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know yet," he says uneasily, "I haven't thought about it much."

"Of course you haven't," I mutter under my breath.

Our knees bump into each other again on accident but neither of us say anything about it. I wonder if he's going to ask me on another date anytime soon. I also wonder constantly whether or not it's possible for me to become his girlfriend. He may not know it—or even ever know it—but he's always on my mind, regardless of the time or where I'm at. He's my 3 AM thoughts when I'm alone by myself, and he's on my mind during school when I zone out.