My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

61: More than m&m's and mirrors combined

My heart was about to break out of my ribcage; that was the only logical explanation I had for the wild thumping in my chest. In contrast to the fast-paced beats of my heart, time seemed to move too slowly now – the five seconds I'd spent here since ringing the doorbell, felt like five years to me.

Hence imagine my relief when the door creaked open, revealing a lanky boy in a white SpongeBob shirt, holding an icWe pack to his head as he muttered something along the lines of how he needed to put himself up for adoption.

"Yes, who..." He trailed off then, finally sizing in on the person at the door, leaving his feature to betray what I presumed was surprise. And it reflected in the way he called, "Brooke?" 

"Hey." Of course, I made sure to reward myself with a thousand mental slaps for that start.

While I was mentally torturing myself, Hawk was now eyeing me strangely, asking, "what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at prom?"

"Yeah, about that, I–"

"Milkshake," Gina cheered from the living room, putting an end to my attempt at my explanation, with an equally enthused Jeff beside her.

"Hi, Gina, Jeff," I greeted, with a cheery smile of my own.

"Cinnamon, why haven't you come to visit all this time? We've all missed you, you know, especially Ha–"

"Ok, dad," Hawk cut in, tittering slightly and shutting the door before his dad could get another word in. "So, what's up?"

Uh oh. 

I suddenly found myself missing Jeff and Gina's company. It's not that I didn't like the way his attention was solely fixed on me now – but I'd probably like it more if my brain didn't feel like cotton candy at the moment.

Driving here, I was feeling like some lead actress in a cheesy romcom, with all these thoughts and emotions which I had planned to express.

But right now, standing in front of Hawk who was staring quizzically at me, I didn't have even the slightest idea of what to say. So, in the end, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I didn't wear my gold dress."

"What?" It was only then that he stopped to take in my outfit, leaving him chuckling – the surprised kind. "But you loved that gold dress; it was all you talked about. You even said that if it was a person, you'd marry it."

"Yeah, that was pretty intense now that I think about it," I remarked with a sheepish smile.

"No, it's fine. Trust me, we've all dreamt of turning our clothes into people and spending the rest of our lives with them," he quipped. Despite myself, I betrayed a chortle at that – something he soon joined in.

"You're right," I piped up in the decline of the throaty sounds. "I really loved that dress. I mean, it is really stunning, perfect in fact – the kind that'd grab your attention at first glance. But I realized that I don't really care for that gold dress as much as I thought. Instead, I much prefer this one." I gestured to the sky blue dress I had on – the same one he'd gifted me on my birthday.

"It doesn't exactly stand out, it's more simple and cute. But it has this appeal to it that makes it so unique, so that in store of a thousand gold dresses, I'll still want this one. And to me, you're just like this blue dress."

Wait, what?

"Ok, that didn't make any sense. god, who knew speaking from the heart could be so hard?" I wondered aloud, tittering softly. And I could have sworn that his eyes flashed with something that resembled amusement.