You Are the Cream Filling in My Twinkies

“Ok, so this has been bugging me for a while…” Jack started. “…I know Jerry is a nickname, so what is your real name?”

Jack and I had gone to the movies now we were just walking around the block just to talk.

“It’s Geraldine.” I said.

I had always hated being called Geraldine. I glared at anybody who called me that.

“Geraldine? That sounds evil… mean… old. It doesn’t fit you.” Jack said describing what my name sounded like.

“I know that’s why I don’t let anybody call me that.” I said.

“Oh I see, Geraldine.” He smiled. I gave him a death glare. “Still feisty I see. Well I should stop or you won’t agree to go out with me again.” He said as we stopped in front of my house.

“I thought this wasn’t a date.”

“It’s not, but maybe the next one could be.” He hinted.

“You and your perseverance.” I shook my head.

“Come on, why can’t it be a date?” He smirked.

I shrugged. “I just don’t want it to be, don’t take it the wrong way but honestly I think of you only as a friend for right now.” I explained.

“I’m not taking it the wrong way. So what if you do think of me as more than a friend?”

“Who knows.” I shrugged again.

“I think one day you will.” He smirked again.

“Is this confidence speaking or cockiness?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Maybe both, with a little touch of hope.” He said.

“So you’re funny, perseverant, confident, sweet, cocky, and smart.” I said talking about his personality.

“And Bingo was his name-o.” He sang using jazz hands.

I laughed a little. “Well I have school tomorrow, by the way which school do you go to?” I asked.

“Westwood. You?”

“Percy.” I said.

“Oh so you’re a Percy Prep girl.” He teased.

“I guess so. And you’re a wild Westwood.” I teased back.

Westwood kids had a reputation of being crazy in everyway. During theirs and Remington’s homecoming they would both do stuff to each other the whole week. But Percy was in the middle of their rivalry. Some girls knew or dated people at Westwood, some at Remington. We were pretty much the middle man, or woman.

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said.

“Ok, oh and don’t put anymore Twinkies in my box, my parents are getting freaked out.” I laughed.

“No problem.” He winked going to his car.

Like I said I couldn’t see myself thinking about Jack as more than a friend. He seemed like the brotherly type.