MARSHMALLOWING OUR WAYS

CHAPTER 8: WESLEY

"Kat! You have a boyfriend you love madly! Was that not enough?"
As Cassie says that, both her friend's and Paul's faces grow red. But after regaining her shape, Kat grins at Cassie and says in a nasally voice,"Cassie, dear, meet my boyfriend, whom I'm madly in love with, PJ. PJ, love, meet my friend Cassie. "

Shock takes over her anger as Cassie stands awkwardly beside me, her finger pointing at Kat accusingly.
She slowly backs her hand away and turns to me with a weird look on her face.
"You said you were bringing Paul!" Her words wobbly and uncertain but with high firmness.
"I did! Cassie, meet Paul my friend and Paul, meet Cassie."
We both turn to Paul, who has a wild grin on his face.
"Hey, you Cassie! Let me introduce myself properly, since there seems to be a confusion. I am Paul John. My friends also call me PJ"
Ah.
But Cassie. Oh Cassie. She's having an embarrassing moment here. Redness has creeped not only over her face but her neck and ears too. She ducks her head and mutters, "Oh. Hey. Sorry."

We hand them their tickets and we all enter the park.
Soon, Paul and Kat leave, probably to make out, leaving me and Cassie in a bubble of awkwardness.
I glance at her and only then do I notice her. She looks beautiful. She had given up her black attire and come up in a bright appearance. Her often bare neck has a silver chain wrapped around. Her thin and short finger has a ring with a C crafted on it. Her face. Oh god, her face. She didn't use to wear any make-up until now. She has a little blush on her already red cheeks and some gloss on her perfectly made lips.
"Oh my god."I blurt.
She looks at me and then down at herself self-consciously as she asks,"What? Is something there on my face?"
"N-no. You...You just look so beautiful"
She blushes harder than I've ever seen her as she says egotistically," Why, thank you. I guess I clean up pretty well"
I roll my eyes. Typical Cassie Burns." Can't take a compliment gracefully from a pretty boy now can you?"
"Pretty?My ass."
What?
"You can cuss?"
She rolls her eyes hard enough they may pop out of there."Uh, yeah. What are we? Ten?", She snorts.
"Um, I'm not, but you may be!"
"And what makes you say that?"
"The fact that..." Hell there's nothing I could think of.
She snorts and leans right into my face with a smirk as she says,"Listen, mister, if  you can't continue, don't start!"
Argh. This girl.
"Oh, please. I-"
Out of nowhere, Kat comes and hugs Cassie then she turns to me and says,"Wesley? You are some boy. Cassie never talks to anyone other than me and here she is flirting with you so well that she can't hear me calling her for five minutes straight!"
Flirting? Gah!
Still I can feel my cheeks burning and a glance at Cassie proves that she is blushing too. Despite our obvious shame, Kat continues,"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that PJ and I are going to the rides for some alone time. We'll meet at the exit at 5? Yeah?"
We mutter our yeahs at the same time which makes Kat laugh. She leaves, muttering to herself, "I'm glad Cassie found someone she can open her pretty mouth to."
Again, she leaves us in a bubble of awkwardness, only this time the bubble is heavier.
We stand there, shifting our weights from foot to foot, me, rubbing my foot against my leg, her, biting her fingernails,so much that I'm afraid their existence is in severe danger.
"Well. This is awkward", she says in a low voice while rolling her eyes.
"So much.", I mutter. "Although... Please stop biting your fingernails. I'm afraid my hand is next in line. Wait, Is it?"
She laughs rhythmically, relief flooding her eyes."Absolutely!"
We decide to have some rides, which, by the way, did not go well and ended with us sick and bent over the bushes.
We were sitting on a bench with marshmallow milkshakes in our hands, when I asked her, shamelessly, out of curiosity, "So. You don't talk?"
She looks at me from the corner of her eye and considers this for a moment.
Just when I thought that she'll ignore my question, she says in a soft voice, a voice that makes you question your hearing, "N-no. I don't talk much. Not anymore..."
Not anymore?
"Huh? Not anymore? Like, you used to?"
"Um. Yes, actually, a lot. I was different back home. I changed here.", She sighs.
"Why?"
What can I do I'm a curious boy!
She said she changed here, does that change include a change in appearance too? Because the look she is in today doesn't seems like it is her first time.
God. Why is she so complicated?
What makes her complicated?
Was she always this intricate?
Why did she change?
There is nothing but questions and, let's face it, a little infatuation for her in my head. I can't imagine her as normal. She's always this cute little question mark, which marks the biggest question...
Why do I care?
But I feel it as my job to change it. And I believe if not change, I'll atleast help her.