For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 27 November 2015
Girls could be like a rock sometimes, impenetrable and hard to figure out.
Kelsey and I lived in the same neighborhood. She knew I had a crush on her, but she treated me more like dirt.
At the Thanksgiving block party tonight, she looked gorgeous in a blue sweater.
“You can kiss me if you want,” she said when I complimented her.
“Seriously?” I thought she was joking.
“Do you mean we’re it?” I teased back.
She giggled and looked down, but didn’t reply.
It was then that I put my arm around her. No words needed to be said.