I Can't Believe I Like You

Six

"Sara if you don't shut up, I will murder you" Edith threatens, rubbing her temple and closing her eyes.

"Not my fault that you got hella wasted" I say casually, jumping off her desk and walking out the lobby doors. I decide to just walk to the park and finish my drawing. I walk a few blocks, until I finally arrive at the little public park. I sit on a bench and swing my feet in boredom. I take out my pencil and art book, flipping to the drawing of the busy streets. A soft breeze sweeps my hair to the side and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling. That is, until, a frisbee hits me square in the face. I groan and cover my face with my hands, checking to see if there's blood.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry" I hear someone exclaim, putting their hand on my back.

"It's fine, it's fine" I say, shaking my head and removing my hands from my face. I look up to see a girl around my age, with long, curly brown hair, black glasses, and wearing a PTV shredded band tee and black skinny jeans. She smiles awkwardly at me, and I notice she has dimples.

"I'm really really sorry" She saids worriedly, studying my face. "I kind of suck at frisbee"

"Seriously, it's cool" I say, smiling reassuringly. "My names Sara" I introduce myself, holding out my hand.

"I'm Haley" She saids shyly, shaking my hand and looks at my outfit. "I love that band!" She yells excitedly, pointing at my Black Veil Brides tank top.

"Thanks! I love that band too" I tell her, pointing at her shirt. She smiles widely and sits down next to me.

"Aren't you with a friend?" I ask her curiously, as she flips through my drawings. She blushes and looks at me sheepishly.

"Actually I was throwing by myself and it somehow ended with me throwing it backwards" She tells me, fumbling with her fingers and looks down. I laugh and stand up, grabbing the frisbee from the ground.

She looks at me curiously, and places my art book beside her on the bench, and stands up. "Don't worry that would totally happen to me" I say laughing, distancing myself from her.

She laughs and steps back a little, looking at me.

"Let's do this!" She yells, pumping her fist into the air. I laugh and toss the frisbee to her. We continue, back and forth, laughing when we fail and challenging each other to do cool tricks.

"Wanna go get dinner?" I ask her, jogging to where she's standing.

"Asking me out?" She teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You wish" I say, laughing and grab my art book and shove it into my bag.

"Where to?"

"How about Chick-Fil-A?" I suggest, following her out the park.

"Sure" She says, nodding and we start to weave our way around people to get to the Fast-Food establishment.