"ignore my mother, she has never approved of any girl I've dated."
he finally musters after the awkward silence between us. his comforting voice makes my skin crawl more than his large hand placed on my face as his thumb moves side to side gently a...
"There's an old saying about those who cannot remember the past being condemned to repeat it. But those of us who refuse to forget the past are condemned to relive it."
"Oh god please stop with your awful jokes." He pleads and puts his hands on his face.
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I didn't think telling corny jokes would be my favourite past time but watching his emerald eyes crinkle and those dimples to appear just made it all worth the while. I could see his arms flexing a little when his hands covered his face. When I looked at his arms, I swear I was imagining it all over me. That boy could quite literally choke me and I'd be grateful.
"Okay, okay just one more. What do you call fake spaghetti?" I tried to speak between each laugh but I couldn't stop and also getting a bit lost when I admired his face.
"I don't know, I didn't think fake spaghetti exists." He teases while we both continued to walk up to my front porch.
"An im-pasta." I grin, waiting for some sort of approval but he just face palmed.
"I think I finally found someone who has jokes worse than me." I was unlocking my door but I quickly turned around once I heard his insult towards me. I felt his body move closer to mine as my back was pushed against the door, the teasing tone in his voice rings through my ears but our eyes interlocked. Again, I felt like my breathing hitched. I felt suffocated and the pounding in my chest was back.
Did I really hate it when he was this close to me. My palms were starting to get all sweaty and now nerves were kicking me in the stomach. Say something Amelia, don't make it awkward.
"I had a really great time. Thank you for today." I smiled but he replied with a "hmmmm" the smirk not leaving his face as he leaned closer. I couldn't move anymore further back, I was already against my front door. Our eye contact finally broke when he slowly started looking down to my lips and back to my eyes again.
The tension between us was building up I swear I felt like I wanted to kill myself then and there. What did he want? I tried controlling my breathing and scrunched my nose to get rid of the sneeze that was coming. I felt like if I made a noise it would be just so damn awkward. I just didn't want to move and my hands felt paralysed. Why is my body behaving this way.
I noticed a smile finally made its way back to his face. It was a cute innocent smile and again that small laugh along with it. He shook his head like he did when he heard my joke, was there something on my face? He took a step back and I swear I could finally breath again. I felt less nervous.
"What?" I looked very dumbfounded.
"Nothing, it's the way you scrunch your nose. It's adorable." He taps my nose, still smiling. "I should get going, my mother is probably waiting for me home to judge my outfit for tomorrow. Heck I don't even know what colour tie to wear." He sighs and scratches the back of his neck.
