"Talking is for wimps." I say sticking my tongue out of my mouth.
"Not talking is for wimps." Brett says also sticking his tongue out.
"Speaking's for wimps." I shoot back, following procedure.
"Reading in for.... Smart people. Fine you win." Brett confesses and sticks his tongue out once more.
"I know I win." I say, dramatically flipping my hair. "I always win."
There was a silent moment until Brett broke it.
"Pick-up line contest?" He asks. I grin, and nod.
"If you were a fruit, you'd be a CUTEcumber." He smirks.
"If you were a fruit, you'd be one FINEapple." I shoot back smirking also.
"Are you a camera? 'Cuz every time I look at you, I smile." He says, grinning now.
"Can I tie your shoes? Can't have you falling for anyone else."
"On a scale of 1-10, you'd be a 9, 'cuz I'm the only one you need."
"If you were an angle, you'd be acute one."
"Only you'd say that, only you." Brett says shaking his head is disappointment.
"But I won... Again." I say smirking.
It finally rings a bell, and Brett sits there in shock. He quickly covers it, and looks away. "Whatever."
I look at the time on my phone.
23 minutes left. 23 MINUTES!!!
I let my mind wander. I think about Wednesday's. Mainly because it is a Wednesday. Mutual tonight. YM and YW combined.
"Hey Brett?" I ask lifting my gaze to connect with his.
"Yeah?" He asks.
"Wanna come to my church youth activity this evening?" I ask, smiling.
"Uh, sure..." Brett answers uneasily.
"You know Eric? Eric Sanders?"
"Oh yeah! We're good friends!" Brett says enthusiastically.
"He's coming tonight." I say, grinning.
"You got it!" Brett practically shouts.
I quickly lean over the table, and cover his mouth with my hand.
We both glance at my hand. Brett licks my hand.
I squirm, and pull my hand back. I look up to see him smirking. I roll my eyes, and wipe my hand on my pants.
Boys.
"Today is..." I start, looking at my phone. "Literature. More specific, Romeo, and Juliet."
He groans, and I hear a thud. I quickly look up to see Brett's head on the table.
Again, boys.
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet." I rehearse.
"Sal I Herve her Hyundai?" Brody murmurs.
"What?" I ask.
"Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?" Brett says clearly.
(You don't have to read this part. Just lines.)
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself."
"I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Hencef" Brett says professionally.
"Nice. We'll work more." I say, and smile. "It's time to go. Jeremy's coming again today, wanna come with us now?"
"Yeah! I'd love to." Brett says jumping up from his chair, which causes it to tumble over. Brett picks it up, and mouths a 'sorry'.
I narrow my eyes, and nod.
We walk out of the school together and get into Jeremy's car.
"Hey. Brett's coming tonight." I say, and smile.
Jeremy leans into me and whispers. "Is that a smile I see? Or are my eyes deceiving me?"
I immediately shoot up and check my face. I am smiling.
I turn to Jeremy and make a crying face. He chuckles and starts the car, while Brett sits in the back confused.
I turn on the Soft Sunday Sounds. This time, Brett keeps quiet the whole ride to church.
I start to walk towards the door of the church once we get there. Brett grabs my arm, and asks.
"What's that music? It's soothing." Brett asks softly.
"Soft Sunday Sounds." I confirm, and starting walking in the church.
"Hey Emmy!!" Eric says, high fiving me.
"Hey! Brett's back there—" I say pointing behind me. "Somewhere..."
"Oh cool!" Eric shouts, and heads off behind me.
"Emily!!" Rosie says motioning me over to a row of chairs.
"Hey! Any clue on what we're doing today?" I say sitting next to Rosie.
"Human foosball." Rosie says sadly.
"Yes!" I say happily.
After opening exercises, we go into the gym and grab brooms. We connect to each other with the brooms in rows. There's a ball in the middle, and we start. Only kicking.
My row, Me, Rosie, and another girl, Hannah, kick butt.
The ball comes toward me, and I kick it. It flies through the air, and I hear a 'uumph'. I quickly look over to see I the person to be Brett.
Oops.
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