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A Date, In Reverse.
That was utterly perfect.
I could hear him laughing outside, the sound growing distant as he went home.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he teased. He held my hand loosely. We sat on the swing on my front porch.
“I hate you,” I grumbled, and he laughed.
“After all this, and you still hate me?”
“Yes,” I replied resolutely, refusing to look at him.
“That’s too bad.” He turned my head towards him, and he kissed me.
“Race you?” I proposed, the ice cream making me reckless. He nodded, brown eyes gleaming.
And we ran.
Too bad he slowed down so I could keep up with him.
Stupid idiot with the messed up sense of chivalry.
“Why did you say yes?”
I never expected him to ask that question. Probably because it seemed so obvious to me.
Because I’ve liked you for years and years and you’re kinda totally awesome and I think I might die from happiness right at this moment.
“I dunno… do you regret asking me?”
He said “no” far too quickly.
I just shrugged and ate my ice cream, watching him out the corner of my eye.
It was fun. And more than that, he looked like he was having fun.
Smiling and laughing were good signs, right?
Dinner was… was fun… Making fun of him was fun… Being teased was fun…
He was fun.
And I was possibly in love.
“Want to get some ice cream?”
I nodded and then laughed at him when he said he liked bubble-gum ice cream the best.
“Hey," he greeted stiffly.
“Hey,” I replied equally stiffly.
“You, ah, look good.” He said this awkwardly, staring a bit past my face.
Oh, shit, I was wearing clothes, right? Getting ready had been such a blur that I couldn’t remember actually putting anything on.
He laughed, and I realized I had said the first part out loud.
“Oh shit,” I repeated.
“At least the ice is broken,” he offered helpfully.
“Yeah, well, next time you can break the damn ice.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Shall we go eat?” And he offered me his arm.
“Hey, Gabby.”
“Yeah?” I ran through my mind reasons why Colin would talk to me. “I didn’t do the homework, either, sorry.”
He looked taken aback, and I felt distinctly clever.
“I did my homework?”
“…Oh.”
“Yeah. So…”
“Do you want something?”
“Kinda.”
“Okay.” This was vague and almost interesting. I leaned forward. Bad idea. He looked intimidated.
“Are you free Saturday night?”
“Uh, no,” I answered warily.
He looked crestfallen, and I was completely bamboozled.
In a tone that implied his favorite cat had just died, he said, “Oh, never mind then.”
“You do remember that you asked me out to dinner this Saturday?” Fear struck me. Was he rescinding his offer?
“Wait, you mean I asked you? It wasn’t a dream?” Relief flooded his face, and he let loose the breath he was holding.
“Nah.” I didn't ask him if he had forgotten about asking me, because that might have been awkward.
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love, ftg.
