Pocket Stories: Wait, I Like You?

Create a scene where two friends are taking a walk outside. They begin flirting and realize they like each other. 

 “What did you think of Mr. Chelsy’s new haircut?” Chad asked as he hiked his backpack further up on his shoulders.

 “Ugh, that mullet?” Amanda answered, disgusted. “Those went out of style like thirty years ago. What sane person would let someone do that to them? It should be a war crime.” She had one hand keeping her purse from swinging around and the other swung lazily by her side, helping her stay balanced as they walked down the uneven sidewalk.

 Chad chuckled as he dropped his hands to his side, “I know right?”

 They walked in easily silence until they reached the next stoplight. They both looked at the signals, the crosswalk they needed still said “Don’t Walk”. 

 Amanda leaned slightly off the curb to look further down the street. “I don’t see any cars.”

 They waited a few more minutes and the lights still hadn’t changed.

 Chad looked down at her, “Do you think it’s broken?”

 Amanda gave him a friendly smirk, “Really Chad? We’ve lived here for how long and you still don’t know the timing for the lights?”.

 Chad flushed, “Well, yeah, I guess.” He ran his hands nervously through his shaggy brown hair. He was noticing just how bright her blue eyes were and how the edges of her eyes crinkled as she smiled up at him.

 Amanda looked down, a hint of smile on her lips. 

 “Amanda,” Chad began quietly, “do you...do you have a date to Homecoming yet?”

 She tilted her head slightly to the side and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Not yet,” she answered. “What about you?”

 Chad fiddled with his hands. “Would you want to go with me?” He sputtered out quickly, before he lost his nerve.

 Amanda beamed and snagged one of his hands, interlacing their fingers. “Took you long enough to ask me. I’d love to go!”

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