Saturday Afternoons

Saturday Afternoons

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"Thanks for the coffee," He glanced at my white shirt where my name tag was pinned. "Alyssa." He smiled, his dimples showing. "I should go." I blushed slightly, hearing my name roll off his tongue. Next thing I know it he's almost out the door. "Ah, screw it." I muttered to myself before calling out, "Wait!" He turned around, his golden eyes meeting mine. "Yes, Alyssa?" Gosh, he really needed to stop saying my name like that. I approached him with a newfound confidence. "Now you know my name, it's only fair that I get to know yours." The guy smirked, he leaned his arm against the door handle. "Why not?" I stayed quiet, anticipating his next words. The smirking boy's eyes stayed amused. "My name's Parker." With that, he was gone. --- Where an adventurous yet shy boy and a reserved but ambitious girl get to know each other every Saturday afternoon.
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Completed, but under editing and rewriting. Situation and diction may change, but not the storyline or character. *** "W-when d-did t-they b-build a w-w all on t-the h-hallway?" I asked no one in particular. I rubbed my head with my eyes shut to ease the pain that shot through my head. The sound of laughter made me freeze with my hand on my head. I opened my eyes, slowly. Three handsome boys were staring at me. No, two of the boys were trying to stifle a smile while one of the boys was staring blankly at me. Rude much? It seemed he was the one I hit and not a wall. Thanks Mary for stating the obvious. I stared at his chest probably because he was taller than I am and I had to look up to meet his face. His abs were visible through the blue shirt he wore. Staring at abs in this situation. Oh God! I'm weird. "First you get to be called a wall, interesting. And now, she is checking you out. It isn't fair. Why do you always get the beautiful ones?" One of the boys groaned. I blushed. I was checking a guy out. Wait, What? Did I just blush? Kill me! "I- I m seery, I debt mean to hat you." What did I just say? This couldn't get any worse. The boys looked shocked even the mute handsome boy looked a little bit surprised. Why did I keep calling him handsome? "I-I'm s-sorry I h-hit you, I d-didn't mean to," that sounded better. "Oh," one of the boys said. Oh! Indeed. I was expecting a reply, but the handsome boy in front of me refused to talk. Is he dumb or deaf? "I am Tom. And I am not dumb nor deaf," he said and walked away. I didn't say that aloud, did I? Guess I did. "You did, baby girl," one of the two boys said an. He waved at me dragging his smirking friend with him. That was embarrassing.

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