Scribblings

Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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13. Do you know?

          "Hey, um, I need some advice," he said, looking at her from across the desk.
         She looked up at him, closing the cash register. "Alright, let me just file this transaction and we can go get a shake at the food court," she replied, looking back down at the register.
         "No, it can't wait."
         "Oh, um, alright, what is it?"
         "Well, there's this girl," he said, looking at his feet.
         She smiled. "Again? What happened this time?"
         "Well, I'm not sure if I like her or not. I don't know the difference between like and love."
         "Well, let me try to explain." She picked up her backpack and stuffed her sketchbook inside. "Love is something that you kind of know when it happens. You want to tell her that you love her every time you see her."
         "Well, it's not exactly that..."
         "Do you think about her all the time?"
         "Almost all the time."
         "Well, what do you think of when you think of her? Do you think of simply being with her?" She asked, throwing her backpack over her shoulder as if they were having a normal conversation.
         He shuffled his feet nervously. "...more that that."
         "Kissing? Being close? Telling her how much you care about her?"
         His answer was simple. "All of them."
         "Do you get all warm and fuzzy when you think about her?" The keys clinked in her hands as she handed them to the next shift. "Careful," she warned the new clerk. "Cash register's jammed a bit."
         He looked over at her, then back at his feet. "Sometimes."
         "Tell her that," she smiled.
         "I can't..."
         "Why?"
         "I'm scared."
         She grinned and chuckled. "Well if you don't tell her, she'll think you don't like her. Don't let her escape if you care about her."
         He frowned and looked away.
         "What's wrong? I'm trying to help, you know."
         "You are..." he replied quietly.
         "Then, tell her!" she put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her.
         "I dunno..."
         "Tell her! Do it!"
         "But what do I say?"
         "Just tell her what you told me," she said with a smile, sitting down at a table at the food court. She put her bag on the bench next to her. "Come on, I know you can."
         He said nothing, just looked at is feet.
         "Are you scared of her not believing you?" she asked, tilting her head.
         "...I'm scared in general."
         She relaxed a little. "Ahh, I was scared, too. I was like 'what if I love this person?'" She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head thinking of her ex. Needless to day, it didn't end well. She scowled at the memory, then looked to her friend again. "It's hard to give yourself up to someone," she continued. "To be truly open and vulnerable with one person is not easy."
         He looked up at her, his eyes full of both fear and thanks and said one thing.
         "I love you."

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