Meeting
(First day of eighth grade at a new school)
IN THE HALLS
“Today was pretty boring.. Dexter said. Hopefully these last two blocks will have something interesting.”
“Ugh I agree.” Eleanor sighed. “There hasn't been ONE cute guy in any of them!”
“I think that's a YOU problem..”
“What do you mean by that!?”
“Nothing…”
“Well..whatever!” Eleanor blurted out. “Have you met anyone yet, Dex? Like…friends?”
“No…not really.” Dexter replied embarrassingly. “Have you?”
“Of COURSE! Eleanor exclaimed. “Unlike you I actually have proper communication skills!”-
“Ouch…”
LAST BLOCK
Ugh i feel like i just lost brain cells… And I HATE those stupid icebreakers. I almost died sharing MY personal info! (being dramatic) At least there is just one block left…I just want to go home! I didn't even get any friends…guess I'm just too cool for them…
*Dexter sits down waiting for class to start, but someone asks him a question*
“Hey, can I sit here?” asked a black haired person
“Oh, uh sure.” Dexter said, startled.
“Great.”
Huh…his hair seems strangely long and fluffy for a dude…But, he sounded like one? Wait.. he asked to sit next to me didn't he? Does he want to be friends with me? Does he think I look cool? DO i look cool? I hope so. Should I talk to him? Yes..I should! This could be my only chance to make friends with someone at this school! And.. he does look pretty cool! He probably has MANY friends tho, do i even have a chance? I mean… I'll have to talk to him to know.. Ok I'll do it!
“Do you like Sonic the Hedgehog?” Dexter said, awkwardly
“What?”
“I-I MEAN…what's your name..?”-
“Uhm…Briar.”
“C-Cool name..! My name is Dexter.”
“Cool…”
AHHHHHH I TOTALLY MESSED THAT UP! HE DEFINITELY THINKS I'M LIKE…SUPER DUPER WEIRD! UGHHH I HATE EVERYTHING!!!- *something taps his shoulder*
“Uhh hey, we have to do an icebreaker, wake up.” Briar stated
“Oh ok…” Dexter muttered
AN ICEBREAKER??? GIVE ME A BREAK!
(last few minutes of class)
Glad that's finished.. I almost passed out:( At least I know more about that Briar guy, like how he just moved here from Central America! Must've been a really long trip….wait.. I forgot to tell him if we can be friends! AHH THERE IS LIKE ONE MINUTE LEFT!! OK *big breath* I CAN DO ITTTT!!!!
“H-hey uhh do you wanna…be friends?” Dexter hesitated. “I think you're pretty cool, and… stuff…”
“Uhh sure..”
“Cool…wanna walk with me to 7-eleven?” Dexter questioned. “I can pay for your stuff!”
“You sure?” Briar answered. "I-I don't really want to be a bother..”
“Of course! I don't mind. And besides, we can get to know each other more on the walk!”
“Ok… I guess you’re right.” Briar said, quietly.
“GREAT!”
I DID IT!!! I ASKED HIM OU- i mean… I ASKED TO BE FRIENDS! HAHA, ELEANOR WILL NEVER BELIEVE THIS! SHE WILL BE LIKE.. (in a girly voice) DEXTER, WHO’S THIS? (his normal voice) OH YEA, THIS IS MY FRIEND!!! BET YOU NEVER EXPECTED THAT HAVE YOU? YOU THOUGHT I HAD BAD COMMUNICATION SKILLS, WELL LOOK AT ME NOW!!! I HAVE A FRIEND! A COOL ONE TO BE MORE SPECIFIC! Phew… now i just have to walk to 7-eleven with him.. Nothing could ever go wrong!!
(walking to 7-eleven)
*car noises and beeps*
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
(Briar pulls him away from the road)
“DUDE, YOU ALMOST GOT KILLED LOOK BOTH WAYS NEXT TIME!” Briar scolded.
“Ugh sorry…” Dexter blushed. “Haven't WALKED to 7-eleven in a long time…”
“Whatever, we're here anyways.” Briar muttered “Let's get our snacks.”
I definitely messed this up, didn't i… UGHHH I JINXED MYSELF!!! WAAAAA I HATE MY LIFE!!!!
(in the 7-eleven)
“Alright..what flavor should i get…definitely the cherry one.” Dexter murmured. As he got the cherry slurpee, and Briar got the blue raspberry slurpee. (yummy hehe)
“Aight.. Is there anything else you want or is that all?” Dexter asked
“No, and…thank you..no one has really done anything this nice for me.” Briar replied quietly.
“Really!? You're lying! There is NO way no one has done ANYTHING nice for you!” Dexter exclaimed. That's just…impossible, you're so COOL!”
“Ah..really..? Thanks..” Briar said, avoiding eye contact
( 😳 )
“OF COURSE!! Anyways, I'm gonna grab a bag of Doritos and pay for this stuff.”
“Yea…”