Love Among the Pizza Boxes

Wow. He was honest.
That’s… New.
Honest boys… I like that.
My hand’s itching.
Itching to reach out and touch him.
No no no no no no.
That’s not cool.
You stop that Missy.
Stop it right now.
…Aw but he’s so cute and confused.
And honest.
“Facials are invigorating,” I say.
That’s the best thing you could come up with?
Weirdo.
What’s your damage?
Everyone knows they’re invigorating.
Then again, not everyone knows what the word invigorating means.
Let alone facials.
I bet people in Africa don’t know what facials are… Or what invigorating means.
Shayla, that's racist-
I should start a fundraiser that provides people in Africa with facials.
And dictionaries.
Riku laughs.
“I wouldn’t know,” he says.
Blushing again.
“Well good. If you got facials that would either mean you have a girlfriend or you’re gay.”
Oh no.
Did I just say that in a round about way I think it’s good he doesn’t have a girlfriend?
Is it true?
No.
No.
Blushing harder.
Maybe.
He blinks. Then chuckles once.
“Well, I don’t have a girlfriend. And I’m not gay.”
Good.
What?- No.
Instead of saying that retarded thought. I nod slowly.
Sexy.
Riku clears his throat awkwardly.
“So…” he says well... Awkwardly.
“Well. Know any good dance moves?”
Awesome.
You BOOB!
The self-hatred is almost overpowering now…
You silly little fool.
Rawr.
Shayla, you suck.
You’re ruining this for us.
Us?
Since when did I become plural?
“Dancing,” he says incredulously yet calmly at the same time. He takes a deep breath and expels it slowly as he says, “Dancing. Really?”