The Pimple

Leena was acting a little happier today once we got off the bus. I hear someone calling my name; it’s Jason.

“Hi Nebula”
“Oh hi”
“I need to ask you a very important question”
“Ok sure”
“Do you…”
“Do I what?”
“Do you want to go out with me? I mean like be my girlfriend?”
“Are you joking or being serious?”
“Well I’m being serious. Someone told me you liked me and I have liked you for awhile too. So I decided to ask you out. But if you say no, I’ll understand”
“Now why would I say no?”
“I don’t know”
“Yes”
“Yes what”
“Yes I’ll go out with you and be your girlfriend”
“Really”
“Of course”
*I couldn’t help myself I gave him the biggest hug ever*
“Whoa thanks”-Jason
“Your welcome”-Me
“Can I have your phone number so I can call you after school and stuff?”
“Only if I can have yours”
“Whatever you say babe”
“Ok poptart”
“POPTART!?”
“Yeah, I’ll be your babe and you’ll be my poptart”
“No, you will be my cupcake”
“Ok poptart”
“We are such dorks”
“Nu uh, I’m the dorkiest person ever”
“No your not cupcake”
“Yes I am poptart”

This whole conversation happened from the time he asked me out till the homeroom bell rang. He is in my homeroom which just happens to be PE.
Leena seems happier for me than I am. Whoa this whole thing needs some getting used to. I have a boyfriend who really likes me. Life is great.

The only bad part about life was that whole emo part of me that always comes back to haunt me.