I was so nervous that I felt like puking the whole way through school, but then it came, the end of the day. I would normally stand around for a bit, look for any suitable trucks, but today was deferent, I had to be deferent today. My legs shake as I find my way to the place.
Dragons and sons, tech and bike repair.
It was right there, I mean it was right there, but I don't know if I could enter.
"Loop?" I feel a tug on my back, but I couldn't react, I was too scared. "You are Loop, right? I think we met before in school."
I turn slowly revealing a short girl wearing a thick black sweater, its hood pulled up despite the strikingly hot day.
"Your Necroman?" I ask.
She cringes a bit, taking a step back. "That attack hurts coming from someone's mouth." She looks up to me with a smile, revealing her cute face. "Gosh, you wouldn't believe how nervous I was." She wipes her palms on her sweater. "I mean seven years, that's a long time to think you knew someone, and here they are, that durk who stands outside of school giving creepy looks at the passing girls."
I scratch my cheek. "I didn't think I was that obvious."
"The only way you could be more obvious is being hard well doing." It is strange, we have never met before, and yet this conversation flows like a lubed-up waterslide.
"I mean, yeah." We sit down within the shop.
"Gosh, remember that time we got a third member in our party, and he wouldn't stop flirting with you."
I nod. "Or the time I thought I sent you a dick pic."
"You what?!" She scuts away.
"It was a joke." I laugh. "Man, it is nice having someone to actorly talk to."
"Well." She scuts back. "To seal the deal, you must perform the secret handshake."
I raise an eyebrow. "If it's secret how am I supposed to know it?"
"Exactly." She begins to bump my fist doing some strange actions, before ending it with a fake explosion. "Now its a secret, so don't forget."
"I think I already did." I nervously laugh.
She crosses her arms. "Well, I guess you just can't be my boyfriend, I'm sorry, I have strict standards." I try and imitate her handshake causing her to laugh. "I guess…" She turns to face me. "Let's eat lunch together, we can save on time, planning everything in advance. Think about it, we will be far ahead of the other parties in time management, that stuff adds up."
"I think that will be nice."
That day was the first day in years that I walked home obeying the traffic laws.
"Mom, dad, I'm home." I kick off my shoes.
"Foods on the counter." My dad smokes a cigarette as he plays his FPS.
"Thanks." I grab the plate rushing to my room.
I didn't even eat the food, I just sat it on the bed, my eyes glued to the phone. Will she text me, should I text her? Damn, I didn't even get her name. It would be weird if I ask now. Maybe she will just ask me, then I can ask her saying what a funny coincidence. Yet no matter how long I waited there was no text. I check my clock on my phone, it was already eight, I should be getting ready for bed, but she did say she stays up late. What if she texts me and I am not awake to see it. That would be game over, for real. If I can't respond within twenty seconds, she will probably dump me. I can't be dumped, she is my first ever girlfriend, guys like me don't get that second one. So either I try and make this last, or I single.
Then it came. "Was waiting for you to hop on, but I guess I'll just go to bed. See you tomorrow (;"
What does the winky face mean? Is this some code? If I can't comprehend this then my relationship will be over, I mean totally over. We are too early in this relationship to expect a kiss, aren't we? What if she is going to kiss me, I don't know how to kiss. I could fail and like bite her lip or something. That would be tragic. What if it means she is dumping me, perhaps it is girl talk for being mad that I didn't hop on the game. I didn't have a choice, hopefully she understands. But what if she doesn't, what if she says I should have gotten on no matter what.
Why don't they teach you about this stuff in school? Perhaps youtoo has courses on kissing. But that goes against my no social media policy. Damn is this a tough cookie to slower.