"No!" A.J. yelled, totally cutting me off as he waved his hands in the air.
"No what?" I asked, perplexed hoping I would get to know what he was talking about.
"I mean, yes, we ARE playing that game 'cause Nick said so." "And exactly when did you start listening to everything Nick told you to do, huh?" I exclaimed, with my hands on my hips. Just then, when we were engrossed in the middle of our conversation, Nick walks in the entertaiment room, interrupting us, as he carried about five, greasy, boxes of pizza. Of course, A.J., being A.J., quickly forgets about everything in life--including life...all he had on his mind was a way of reaching "his" pizza first, before anyone else could get to it. He attacked Nick, and started munching on his well deserved pizza, as Nick was still pissed off a little at him attempting that.
***AN HOUR LATER***
Oh my god! I thought to myself, while I was still in shock about what just happened. The dumb ketchup bottle pointed to me, (and yes, here we are, among my dislike, playing the "kiss the bottle game thing or whatever") and guess who spinned it??? Well, maybe it's not dumb...
I was so caught up in thinking about the thought of Nick, and me, kissing, that I didn't realize everyone telling me to come back to earth. I mean, this was just for fun, right? So, what the heck. I went for it. Everyone was watching us, which was pretty embarrassing. When we broke apart, I felt myself blush really hard and I began to wonder if anyone noticed it. But, the truth was (surprisingly) that I liked our kiss, it was something special to me, and I hope that Nick did too.
Just as everyone started to leave, I grabbed my jacket off the beige, leather couch until Nick stopped me.
"Hey, Sar, we need to talk." he yelled out.
"Okay, what is it?" I asked, wondering.
"Well it might take a while, so why dont you stay here or something? We can talk about it and then play on my PlayStation." he said, all in one breath, and in a way too excited voice.
"Uh okay, just lemme tell--" "Hey, girl, hurry!" Tiffany told me, from the hood of her shiny, white Camaro, as she was ready to drive off to the movies to meet her date there.
" Tiffany, I'm sorry, but you dont have to drive me home at all." I stopped as I realized what I had just said to her. Why should I be sorry? I'm sure she doesn't mind NOT driving me home. After all, she did have a date to catch with Todd.
"Nevermind." I said quickly. She said "okay," we said bye, and she left. She was the last person to leave which meant that me and Nick were now left alone...
