Status: finished, until i decide to write an epilogue. i still may.
Folded Paper.
Allister Roberts.
He didn’t know why he did it. He didn’t why he opened his mouth and said something to the girl because he didn’t feel the need to continue the conversation. She wasn’t anything special. Not to him, at least. She had ordinary blonde hair, dull brown eyes, and little weight to her body. Allister tried to ignore the way Hudson looked at him, ogling him as he took a swig of the beer he’d grabbed.
Hudson was smiling, and while Allister was glad that he made her smile, he was a bit bothered. He wanted to be in his gray apartment, in his bed, folding paper boats. “Allister Roberts,” she repeated, as if neither of them heard him say it the first time. “I’ve never met a guy named Allister.”
“Okay?” Allister had heard enough about his name being a girl name all throughout grade school. Guess you can’t escape everything, he thought to himself. He smiled and leaned against the counter. “I’ve never met a girl named Hudson.”
She groaned, and Allister couldn’t help but smirk. “This feels like third grade all over again,” she laughed. “I’d always yell at those boys, telling them over and over again that it could be a girl name, too. I’m guessing that you’re a friend of Daniel’s?”
“Daniel Walberg? We’re friends, I guess. Have been since high school,” Allister said. “I’m guessing you’re a friend of that girl’s? Or are you friends with both?” Allister wasn’t one to question a lot of things, mainly because he preferred oblivion over the oddities of exposure, but he felt as if it were only fair. Hudson blinked her dull brown eyes and moved her lightweight body in front of the refrigerator.
“I’m friends with both, sadly,” Hudson mused. Her head disappeared behind the refrigerator door as she delved through it, searching for a beverage. “I’m not really sure what purpose Daniel serves in my life, but Katie is my best friend.”
Allister didn’t have anything more to say. He just tilted the bottle of beer he held in his hand upward and drank from it. Hudson kind of reminded him of his dead sister, with her ordinary blonde hair. That was the only resemblance, though. As he continued to drink from the bottle, he no longer focused on Hudson and her mundane features. Instead, he focused on the soft music playing throughout Daniel Walberg’s house.
“What the heck is with Daniel and his lack of nonalcoholic drinks?” Hudson curtly tested.
Allister slowed his intake and sent a questioning gaze at Hudson. Of course, she didn’t see it because her head was still buried in the refrigerator. “Hudson, why don’t you just get a glass of tap water?” Allister asked after putting the lid back on his bottle. The idea seemed obvious enough to him. Her face reappeared and she was smirking almost. “What’s so amusing?”
“There’s no way that you and Daniel are friends,” she claimed. “You’re too awkward, too cute, and too witty to be Daniel’s friend.”
A smile crept its way onto Allister’s face and he chuckled. “I’m not sure if I should feel flattered or insulted. Who even says that? Explain how I’m too awkward,” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest, his grip tight on the bottle in his hand. He was amused by the words that left Hudson’s mouth. He knew he was awkward, but he was curious as to why she thought he was.
Hudson’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “You should feel flattered, Allister. It was a compliment, sort of,” she clarified. “And you’re too awkward because who wears donut-patterned shirts with skinny jeans and boots in the fall? I mean, who even wears that combination together at all?”
“Fair enough,” he huffed. “Then again, who wears skirts in fourty-three degree weather? You kind of give me the idea that you’re trying to lose your legs and become a vegetable. I’m not the only one that’s too awkward, too cute, and too witty.”
Why Allister said that Hudson was too cute, he didn’t know. He didn’t find her to be all that spectacular, honestly, but he liked what she had to say when she opened her mouth. Hudson’s cheeks were tinted rubicund and Allister thought that maybe, he should’ve kept his mouth shut this time. “With that being said, should I feel flattered or insulted?”
Guess she’s not so bad, with those dull brown eyes. “Take it anyway that you’d like to, Hudson.”
Hudson was smiling, and while Allister was glad that he made her smile, he was a bit bothered. He wanted to be in his gray apartment, in his bed, folding paper boats. “Allister Roberts,” she repeated, as if neither of them heard him say it the first time. “I’ve never met a guy named Allister.”
“Okay?” Allister had heard enough about his name being a girl name all throughout grade school. Guess you can’t escape everything, he thought to himself. He smiled and leaned against the counter. “I’ve never met a girl named Hudson.”
She groaned, and Allister couldn’t help but smirk. “This feels like third grade all over again,” she laughed. “I’d always yell at those boys, telling them over and over again that it could be a girl name, too. I’m guessing that you’re a friend of Daniel’s?”
“Daniel Walberg? We’re friends, I guess. Have been since high school,” Allister said. “I’m guessing you’re a friend of that girl’s? Or are you friends with both?” Allister wasn’t one to question a lot of things, mainly because he preferred oblivion over the oddities of exposure, but he felt as if it were only fair. Hudson blinked her dull brown eyes and moved her lightweight body in front of the refrigerator.
“I’m friends with both, sadly,” Hudson mused. Her head disappeared behind the refrigerator door as she delved through it, searching for a beverage. “I’m not really sure what purpose Daniel serves in my life, but Katie is my best friend.”
Allister didn’t have anything more to say. He just tilted the bottle of beer he held in his hand upward and drank from it. Hudson kind of reminded him of his dead sister, with her ordinary blonde hair. That was the only resemblance, though. As he continued to drink from the bottle, he no longer focused on Hudson and her mundane features. Instead, he focused on the soft music playing throughout Daniel Walberg’s house.
“What the heck is with Daniel and his lack of nonalcoholic drinks?” Hudson curtly tested.
Allister slowed his intake and sent a questioning gaze at Hudson. Of course, she didn’t see it because her head was still buried in the refrigerator. “Hudson, why don’t you just get a glass of tap water?” Allister asked after putting the lid back on his bottle. The idea seemed obvious enough to him. Her face reappeared and she was smirking almost. “What’s so amusing?”
“There’s no way that you and Daniel are friends,” she claimed. “You’re too awkward, too cute, and too witty to be Daniel’s friend.”
A smile crept its way onto Allister’s face and he chuckled. “I’m not sure if I should feel flattered or insulted. Who even says that? Explain how I’m too awkward,” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest, his grip tight on the bottle in his hand. He was amused by the words that left Hudson’s mouth. He knew he was awkward, but he was curious as to why she thought he was.
Hudson’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “You should feel flattered, Allister. It was a compliment, sort of,” she clarified. “And you’re too awkward because who wears donut-patterned shirts with skinny jeans and boots in the fall? I mean, who even wears that combination together at all?”
“Fair enough,” he huffed. “Then again, who wears skirts in fourty-three degree weather? You kind of give me the idea that you’re trying to lose your legs and become a vegetable. I’m not the only one that’s too awkward, too cute, and too witty.”
Why Allister said that Hudson was too cute, he didn’t know. He didn’t find her to be all that spectacular, honestly, but he liked what she had to say when she opened her mouth. Hudson’s cheeks were tinted rubicund and Allister thought that maybe, he should’ve kept his mouth shut this time. “With that being said, should I feel flattered or insulted?”
Guess she’s not so bad, with those dull brown eyes. “Take it anyway that you’d like to, Hudson.”
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Is it weird that I like Allister?