A Moment of Me

This is a moment of me. In this story you can see how I'm feeling through the random scenes I write. These scenes are things that I just feel like writing. I hope you like my creative "sketch pad"


5. The Date Gone Wrong

I could barley breath. Finally, finally, I was sitting across from my crush since preschool on an actual date. We were sitting across from each other in Starbucks. We both had ordered Carmel Apple Spice ciders. It was freezing, and we had walked, but he had picked me up on the way and leaned in close to me, making me warm.

I took a sip of my cider, and it burned my tongue. I made a face but tried not to make any weird noises. Darren noticed, and laughed, but in a nice way.

"Burn your tongue?" he asked. 

I nodded and smiled. I twirled my hair around my finger and giggled like a flirt. He smiled at me from over his cup.

"Can you believe that winter break is over in two days?" he asked.

"Ugh, I know right! I just want this to last forever, besides the cold weather. The cold drives me insane," I replied.

"I don't think that the cold is that bad, but I do like summer better," Darren said.

"Can you believe that Mrs. Andrews gave us so much hard math homework over break?" I asked, since we were in the same math class.

"Yeah," he said,"I finished it pretty quick though, ratios are my specialty,"

"Not for me, ratios are fatal to me," I groaned.

"Do you want me to help you sometime?" Darren asked.

"Like a tutor?" I asked.

"Yeah," Darren laughed, "Your own personal royal tutor,"

"I would love that," I said, "Sir,"

Darren laughed. 

"I'm hungry. I think I might get a cake pop. Do you want one?" Darren asked, "I can pay,"

"Thanks," I said, "I'd love one. I'm hungry too,"

Darren stood up and I stood with him. Together, we walked up to the cashier and Darren ordered two pink cake pops. When Darren was handed the treats, we walked back to our table together. I thanked him for the cake pop and took a few steady bites of it. I didn't know what to say, and Darren wasn't talking either. We stared at each other in awkward silence.

Then, Laura, a freak from school walked into the Starbucks. She was wearing a hot pink coat, unzipped, with a pink shirt covered in puppies. She had an ugly yellow skirt over baggy black leggings. Her boots were a faded orange color and they were covered in small rips. I could see her rainbow knee socks above her boots. Her crazily curly red hair had been separated into two frizzy, uneven pigtails. She had a olive green beanie with a pom pom stuck on top of it. She was just plain weird and really unattractive.  

I laughed at the sight of her. I wanted to impress Darren, so I tried to act like the pretty and popular girls at my school, who made fun of her. Most of the guys in eight grade were totally into those girls. I usually never acted like those girls. They were snobbish, but if it meant getting Darren to like me better, I didn't care how snobbish I sounded. I just hoped that Darren would be into me. I flipped my hair and smiled.

"Look, it's Laura," I giggled, "Oh my gosh, that outfit is terrible! Doesn't she know the meaning of the word fashion? God, I can't believe that girl is crazy enough to go outside looking like that! Isn't she weird?"

Darren's smile melted off of his face. He gave me a weird look, like he was offended.

"Excuse me?" Darren asked, "Laura happens to be my cousin and she's the nicest person I've ever met. She kind and creative. She doesn't care about how "popular" she'll get because of how she looks. The only person she tries to impress is herself. I didn't think that you were like those snobby girls at school. I was actually into you. I wanted to ask you out on more dates, but apparently I was wrong. You're just not my type,"

With that Darren snatched up his drink and cake pop wrapper and walked away.

"Wait, Darren!" I called out to him, but he didn't turn around.

He said hi to Laura and walked out the door, leaving it swinging dramatically behind him. I buried my head in my hands. I was only trying to impress him. I thought that he would like me better if I acted like I was popular. Ugh, what had I done wrong?

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