3 March 2013
Back on the couch, I sat, next to Paul. There came a time where my leg was literally over his, our ankles twisted together.
It was something *so* hard to miss, yet he looked like he didn't even notice. Or if he did, it looked like he didn't care.
I pulled my leg away, frowning.
Sally's mom banished us upstairs so she could watch TV. As I walked, Paul immediately let out a yell, holding his arms out, like he was going to make a grab for me. I shrieked and backed away, holding up my hands for self defense.
He laughed, halting just an inch away from me. I backed up more.
He reached out and then roughly mussed up my hair.
"I will slap you!" I yelled, fixing it and storming towards him.
"Nooo," he moaned, backing away. "Don't touch me, don't touch me. Stop flirting, stop flirting."
"I'm only retaliating to what you're doing to me!" I shrieked.
He laughed out loud.
"Come on, let's go back to drawing."
We sat on the floor and drew more people, cutting them out. It was fun. That's basically what we did for the rest of the night.
The time soon came to say goodbye. We all went downstairs.
I hugged Sally tight, and set off to grab my coat and purse.
Paul reached out his arms to hug me, and I dodged them nervously.
His arms went to his sides, shoulders slumping.
"I-I'm getting my stuff," I sputtered.
Hugging him would not be good. What was he thinking? What honestly was he thinking?
I grabbed my stuff and hugged Sally again, and then left without touching Paul.
I got into the car, and smiled at my dad.
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