30Chapter One
"Alright, let's go through this again."
I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I drop down on the chair that sits in front of my dresser. Through her reflection in the mirror, I catch a glimpse of my best friend pacing back and forth throughout my room. We've been going at this for the last ten minutes since she arrived at my front door, claiming that we needed to talk.
"Libby, they're going to be here any second and obviously nothing is going to help."
"Well, something is going to have to!" Libby groans, burying her face in her hands and sinking down beside me. "Do you have any idea how perfect it would be if you two would get together?!"
"Yes, yes, I know." I drop my head on the top of my desk. "Because since I'm your best friend and you're dating his best friend, it would make for the best double dates ever!"
"Right," Libby nods, lifting her head just enough so that the two of us can look at each other eye to eye. "But that's never going to happen if you can't get two coherent words out to the boy!"
I wince and turn away from her. She's acting like it's somehow my fault that I don't possess the ability to speak with the hottest guy that's ever existed! It's not like I can help it! Hell, I wish I could be as calm and collected as her when she's around most people. Libby may not be a social butterfly but at least when she's awkward, it doesn't come off as if she's illiterate or something! And she wears her awkwardness with pride unlike us normal people!
"You think I don't wish I had your talent to see past his hotness?" I moan, tears welling up in my eyes. "Or his sensitivity and all around... perfectness?"
"He's not perfect," Libby rolls her eyes.
"Of course he is! He's kind and generous and-"
"Up on a pedastol for you, clearly," Libby juts her lower lip out into a pout. "Which is just another reason we need to get the two of you to happen. Get this two-year-long dream of yours going!"
She jumps out of her chair, somehow suddenly regenerated from her earlier onset of depression already. "Alright! This is it! I can feel it! It's the last day of school before Thanksgiving break! And this car ride is going to be the start of your whirlwind romance!"
"You're crazy," I groan.
She lowers her blue eyes down to meet mine, narrowed slightly into a dark glare as she places her hands dangerously on her hips. It's the look she always gives whenever she's angry. The one that makes you feel small and tiny, as if she could crush you between her thumb and fore-finger.
Too bad that after nearly a decade of beind best friends, I'm immune to that glare.
When I don't move she lets out a low growl, grabs ahold of my shoulder and yanks me back so that I almost go flying off the back of the chair.
"What the hell?" I hiss, whirling around so she can't try and pull a move like that again.
"Up," she commands, crossing her arms. "Let's try this again."
I sigh, but do as she says, smoothing out the skirt of my bright white dress as I do so. Once I've extended to my full height, a smirk crosses my best friend's face and she proceeds to slouch in an overexaggerated imitation of a guy.
"Hey, Addison," she says in an overly-deep voice, tipping her chin up at me for some ungodly reason as she does so. "How's it going?"
"Fine," I sigh, with a roll of my eyes.
"Really?" she hisses, her voice returning to normal. "That's how you're going to talk to your crush?"
"Well, no," I cross my arms awkardly over my chest. "Obviously I'm going to ramble and make a fool outta myself because this isn't helping. You're clearly not him."
"What're you talking about," she raises an eyebrow, before lifting her hand to her chin. "We both have blonde hair, light eyes, the same age-it should work."
I can't help but roll my eyes at her acclimations. That is so something that she would say-in fact, she had said it, last night when she'd informed me that she would be heading over before school so we could practice. Nevermind the fact that she lacks his masculine features and the ability to act like him in the first place.
However, before I'm able to respond, my mother is calling up that someone is here for us. Almost imediately, I feel my shoulders tense up. Arguing with Libby had managed to hold off the anxiety-and now I'm beginning to wonder if that had been part of her plan-but now that the moment is upon us I'm suddenly unable to remember how to even walk.
"Alright," Libby moves so that she's standing in front of me, tampering with my clothes and hair in an attempt to make it look perfect. "Remember, you've done this countless of times before. This time you're just going to utter an actual sentence."
"E-Easier said than done," I stammer, closing my eyes in aggrivation. Just the thought of speaking with his is enough to propel me towards the edge.
"You'll do great," Libby squeezes my shoulders, before grabbing a hold of my hand and yanking me out of the room. She shouts the goodbyes to my family for me and throws open the door to reveal a small black car sitting in our driveway.
"Eep," I squeak, clenching the strap to my bookbag in a very tight and clammy hand.
The front passenger side door opens and out steps Libby's boyfriend. With brown hair, dark eyes, and a chisled jawline, I have admit that Landon Elliott is rather attractive, but I'm biased. He's only eh. The real eye candy is who is sitting in the driver's seat.
"Hey!" Landon calls, waving excitedly as he moves towards the back of the car in a totally over-done motion. "Hurry up! We're going to be late! You ladies do remember that school starts early today, right?"
"Patience is a virtue!" Libby chuckles, skipping down the steps, pulling me along with her.
She shoots me a pointed look as she follows Landon into the back seat, leaving me with no other option. The passenger side door is left wide open, inviting me in. This has never happened before. I'm usually in the back with Libby where I can easily hide behind her chatter. Where it's relatively safe. This is the first time I've ever been forced up in the hot seat.
I'm shaking as I lower myself into the car and pull the door shut behind me. Maybe he won't talk to me. Maybe I won't make an idiot out of myself. Maybe I'll actually make it to school alive today.
"Hey, Addison," an angelic voice comes from my left causing me to jump. Or not. "You look nice today."
A glance in the rearview mirror reveals an excited Libby gesturing wildly at me to say something back. Going against my better instincts, I force myself to turn and gaze upon the man who sits beside me.
Golden blonde hair that's perfectly styled across his forehead. Jade green eyes that seem to overflow with passion. A perfectly skulpted face covered with beautiful transluscent skin.
Oh god, help me.
"Oh," I laugh nervously, scratching the back of my neck. The telltale sign that they're going to begin waving uncontrolably about. "Yes, I... Libby... My... Ah... Shoes... You're so-eep! I mean, the dress is... yeah... with the... car... and snow... and... nice weather!"
Felix is giving me that look I'm so used to getting from him that's caught somewhere between confusion and pity. I glance back helplessly at my best friend who's rubbing her temples in obvious annoyance.
Well, it's not like this hasn't happened a million times before.
Haha, poor Addison. It's only going to go downhill from here. Please review!