I am Rebellious.
I AM Rebellious.
I told myself I was a rebel as I stepped closer to him, trying not to fall over as I stumbled. I wasn't particularly good on my feet on a good day, but with the knots in my stomach, I didn't trust myself.
"You alright?" He held out his hand to me as we got within three feet of each other. I smiled and touched his palm to mine, I swallowed and looked up at him.
"Yeah, not too bad." I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a second as we stood awkwardly together. "Erh, did you have a good night?"
"Yeah, not too bad, Mum was out, so... it was kinda lonely at home..." He wrapped his arms around himself, as though he was hugging himself tight, and I looked down at my feet.
"I stabbed myself in the eye about eight times with my eyeliner-" I started, then inwardly cringed, because I sounded like a moron.
"Impressive. I've never tried it myself, but it must have been worth it if you look like that..." He smiled a crooked smile and I felt my stomach unknot. "You look lovely," He clarified, and I felt my heart soar.
"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself, rebel." I winked and felt myself start to relax. "Oh," I thought I should add it, because I wanted to impress him, honestly, I thought he'd find it funny too, "And I'm missing a clarinet lesson to be here."
"Ooh, Rebel indeed." There was a short moment where he poked his tongue out at me, "Come on, I've got a surprise for today-"
He tugged at my hand and I smiled, following his lead, genuinely surprised as he turned us toward the park.
"This took me ages last night, I hope you like it-" He tugged me towards the playing fields and I swear, I almost fainted.
"I've never been on a picnic."