Well...This Is New - 25

There was literally ice stuck to my hair. Sally and I went into the bathroom, where I saw how Paul had seen me for the past couple of hours.
Messy, snowy ponytail, bright pink cheeks, and absolutely no makeup.
"Oh man," I whispered, staring at myself.
"Aw, Em, you don't look that bad," Sally smiled encouragingly. "Here, let's get you out of that ponytail and make sure the ice doesn't stick anymore."
I pulled my hair out myself, but it was so wet and cold that it was hard to do so.
Sally picked ice chips from my blonde strands, while I tried to maintain a level of some beauty by pulling my hair over my shoulders and fiddling with my frosty bangs.
I still looked a bit disheveled, but there was nothing I could do.
Sally and I walked to where Paul was helping his mom make hot chocolate.
His older sister and her boyfriend sat at the counter. Sally and I got a bit shy, so we went into the living room.
Paul came in with a bowl full of chips, and I plopped down on the couch.
"Move over a bit," he said, and I did.
He plopped down next to me, but a good distance away.
"Wanna play Brawl?" He asked, pointing to the TV.
Brawl is one of me and Paul's favorite games to play together. It's on the Wii, and we always have so much fun. We play over the Internet every Saturday, and talk on the phone while we do, so we can trash talk and scream when we win.
He set it up and I went to find my phone with Sally.
"Em, you're gonna remember this day forever," Sally whispered as we approached the living room again. "And I mean forever."
"I know," I whispered back, giggling.
We sat back down to play brawl and nibble potato chips. His mother came in with three mugs of hot chocolate, and Sally and I thanked her warmly.
"Hey, Sally, can you come sit between Em and I? We're not supposed to sit next to each other," Paul smirked, referring to our unwritten No Flirting rule that we have broken severely on more than one occasion.
Sally made no move to do what he asked, and Paul made no move to enforce his wishes. We stayed next to each other, having the best time playing Brawl.
Whenever he laughed, he'd squeeze his eyes shut, and his lips would curl open and show his perfect teeth. He looked so beautiful that I had to look away.
Paul got up to get more chips, and I leaned forward to Sally.
"When he wrapped his arms around me, and said, 'I have a prisoner,'" I said, smiling. "I was like..."
I made crazy gestures with my hands to show my overwhelmed feelings, and Sally fell backwards laughing. "I know Em, I saw it on your face. Did you notice, he didn't even touch me? He was focusing only on you."
"No, he touched you," I said, remembering the brief pang of jealousy I'd felt earlier.
"Yeah, maybe two to three times," Sally smirked. "He loved tackling you. I could see it on his face. I almost wanted to leave you two alone."
It turned out that Sally's dad was going to give me a ride home, and as the time to leave drew near, I helped Paul bring the chip bowl and bag into the kitchen.
"Wait," he said, turning to look at me. "We can still call today. We haven't called yet!"
(My dad allotted Paul and I an hour a day to talk on the phone after the two to three hour conversations we were having began to be...a bit too frequent. We often go past an hour, purely because we lose track of the time and don't want to get off the phone.)
To my surprise, Paul pumped his fist and closed his eyes, smiling. It looked like he'd won another fooseball game, or something.
"What was that?" I asked, laughing. He laughed too, smiling, and did it again.
"We can call!" He cried. "For a whole 'nother hour!"
"Well, I dunno, after hanging out with you, my dad might not let me."
I hoped that wasn't the case.
Sally and I got our shoes on and jackets, and said goodbye to Paul and his parents.