I know, it's not really all that great. But I just had the longing to write something with a lighter tone.
I've just seen a face. I can't forget the time or place where we've just met. He's just the boy for me, and I want all the world to se we've met. Mmmmm, mmmm, mmm.
"Ugh," I say to Jessa who walks beside me in the hallway of our school. "I have work today." She shrugs, "Hey, it can't be that bad, it's at the laundromat I mean at least your job doesn't involve a constant 'Would you like fries with that?' Unlike mine."
I smile. She is right. I could be coming home smelling like grease and fast food, rather than the usual detergent scent. Of course the pay isn't everything a girl would want, but at least it's something.
As we stop at my locker, I grab my bookbag and swing it casually over my shoulder. We head toward the heavy metal doors awaiting our exit. This has been our routine for a while now, I meet her at her locker after school. We moan and complain about whatever we have to do after school, then we part ways once we step outside.
Wish and Wash isn't my ideal place to have a first date. First off, there's the noise of the washers and dryers, then there's the obnoxiouly florescent light that flickers above you head. And every time somebody enters, the bell above the door rings. It's just not a pleasant place to rendezvous.
For the seventh time today, the bell rings. A boy in a t-shirt for some band walks in. His face is expressionless, and he wasn't carrying any heavy laundry basket full of clothes like most people. He strolls up to the counter looking me in the eye. His hair auburn falls just over his piercingly green eyes. Freckles dot the birdge of his nose.
"Hi," he begins. "Um, this is kind of embarrassing, but by any chance...have you seen a pair of Sopngebob boxers?" A scarlett creeps up his neck, overcoming his fair complexion. I smile, containing my laughter. "Let me get the lost and found box," I reply. I turn and bend over, picking up the cardboard box on the floor.
I plop it onto the counter, and he instantly starts shoveling through the pile of clothes. After about a minute, he comes up with a bright yellow pair of boxers. Two round eyes dot them, and a grin stretches across. I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Don't say a word. They're my brothers." I snort. "They're yours, and you are the worst liar. You can barely conatin your laughter!" At this he stifle a laugh, nodding in agreement.
After a minute of silence, I smile at him. "I'm Cassadee." He nods, repeating my name under his breath. "And you are..." I urge him to introduce himself. "Oh, I'm Aaron." He smiles again. He does have a great smile. One with straight pearly teeth. I push my hair out of my face.
"So..." he starts. "I gotta go, but I guess I'll see you around." He turns to go, but stops. "Maybe I'll be wearing my Spongebob boxers. See ya Cassadee."
I went home, his face flashing in my mind.