Ding Dong!
The doorbell rang as Amber and I were cleaning up the rest of the Dragon Fruit we had previously spit out. It couldn't have been my mom or anything. I wasn't expecting her to be home this early from work. And even if it was her, she wouldn't have run the doorbell. She has her house keys. So, who was at the door?
I turn the knob and ease the door open just enough to be able to get a good look at who was standing before me. Charlie. It was only Charlie.
Same as before, he looks really cute. Only this time, a bit of his brown hair is falling in front of his face. Wow.
"Alice! What's up?" He asked. It took me a minute but I responded, "Uh, Charlie. Hey, um what are you doing here?"
Hey, I was still trying to figure out this whole flirting and smooth-talking thing. Remember, I haven't had much experience because I was known as the "sick girl" all my life. So, you can't blame me if a get a few things wrong. Especially, if I'm being incredibly oblivious.
"I just wanted to pop in and say hey." I know I just said that I could be oblivious sometimes, but I felt like he was lying. SO, I made this face and I think he got the memo that he needs to tell the real reason why he's at my front door.
"Okay, fine," he sighed. "I'm here because I've been thinking about how cute you are ever since I saw you earlier and I wanted to get to know you."
Wait a minute... Hold the fucking foam! Charlie said I'm... CUTE!
No way, there's gotta be some type of catch. Some kind of joke. No one even takes interest in the girl with an oxygen tank on her back. I snap out of my head and think quickly.
"Oh, um. Wow, uh. I-" oh, C'MON ALICE! Spit it out, invite him in, do something! You can't possibly just sit here and stumble over your own damn words. Get yourself together!
"Come in! Me and my best friend, Amber, were just straightening up a bit." I open the door wider, demonstrating that he was welcomed in.
He smiled and nodded his head. "Thanks, Ali," he said as he stepped.
Okay, great. There's a cute boy in my house and he called me ALI. Hangouts? Nicknames? How did things even get to this point?!
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Confessions of a Dying Girl
Подростковая литератураAlice Miller, a girl born with Cystic Fibrosis has been given only 8 weeks left to live. Instead of waiting for her inevitable demise, she creates a Top 10 list of things to do before her time runs out. With the help of her best friend Amber, and th...
