"You look cold."
I was sick of this. So, so sick. My friends had messed me around again. This was so typical. We arranged to go out, and then I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere trying to get hold of my friends who have told me to wait there.
They'd said outside Hu-mongous, a shop about fifteen minutes away from my house. And so there I was. I'd been there for fifteen minutes all ready. But there was no sign of them.
"You look cold."
At first I didn't think he was talking to me, that I had just happened to overhear him. But when I scanned around looking for the speaker, I saw a boy about my age staring right at me. I just stared and remembered I'd seen him around school. He was in a few of my classes.
"You look cold," he repeated, beginning to smile. I realised he was definitely talking to me.
"Well, I'm not," I said stiffly. He had spoken to me like I was the most amusing thing in the world, and I didn't like it.
But right on cue, I shivered.
He didn't laugh, but he may as well have. His smile grew wider and his eyes seemed to be teasing me.
He didn't say anything else, so we stood in silence. I wished my friends would call me, or turn up, or text or – or anything.
You look cold, he'd said. Usually boys said you look hot. Ha, what a weird chat up line.
But he hadn't been chatting me up.
Or had he? I mean, boys have really weird senses of humour, so he could have been flirting with me in a strange, twisted sort of way.
But as I shivered again, that theory seemed to have a flaw in it.
I stole a glance at him. He wasn't looking at me, thankfully.
"So...are you waiting for your friends?" I nodded. "Me too."
"How nice for you."
This time he did laugh.
I turned to stare at him. "Excuse me?"
"If you're cold, go inside."
"My parents taught me never to speak to strangers - let alone to take advice from them. So if you don't mind, leave me alone." I hadn't wanted to be rude. But I was cold and I didn't like being told what to do.
But he didn't move, he just laughed.
"I'm not a stranger."
"Well, you're near enough!" I retorted, even though he was right, he wasn't a stranger.
I longed to go inside but my pride got the better of me.
Finally he spoke again.
"I won't laugh, promise, if you do go inside."
"I don't shop at Hu-mongous," I said snootily.
He smiled. "Me neither, but it's warm."
"Well...I suppose...I might, just for a second..." I stuttered. He didn't laugh, as he promised, when I went inside. In fact he followed, smiling.
"Why's it even called Hu-mongous? Bit of a weird, stupid name." I said suddenly, somehow feeling that since we had both admitted we hated the shop and only wanted to go inside to stay warm, we shared some sort of bond – one to insult the shop.
He shrugged. "No idea. But it is pretty weird."
"Hm." I didn't have a better reply.
"How much longer will your friends be?" He asked.
I blushed. "I don't know," I muttered, and took out my phone. I called my friends again, but there was no answer.
Feeling it was only polite, I asked him the same question.
He shrugged. It was weird, but I kind of liked it when he shrugged. I didn't say anything else about it.
Ten more minutes passed. We said nothing to each other.
Finally I brought my phone out of my bag one last time and called my friends. Sighing when they didn't answer, I put it back in my bag. I turned to the boy.
"Um, I'm going to be going now."
He didn't reply to this statement, only asked another question.
"Whereabouts were you going today?"
"Um...just into town."
He grinned. "Me too."
What was he suggesting? "Um...OK."
"Well, why don't we go?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Yes, I thought. Why not?
"All right," I grinned. "Let's go." Who needed my friends anyway?
Maybe, just maybe, I reasoned. Maybe he had been trying to chat me up when he'd said "you look cold".
But then again, maybe not.
Woo, new one shot. Sorry I haven't posted up anything new in absolutely ages, I've been soo busy with school and exams and stuff.
It's short and it's a bit of a weird idea (how many times did I use the word 'weird' in the story? I was reading through it and I realised I had used it more than I usually do). Plus the ending doesn't tell you much but I think I'll leave it up to you readers to imagine what happens next. But anyway, hope you like it.