“Cereal?” I asked, astonished. “There are hundreds of millions of words you could have chosen, and you choose cereal for a stupid game of hang man.”
James smiled a wide smile, trying to get his point across…something along the lines of I’m stupid and I’m proud of it!
I shook my head, waiting for whatever was going to come next to well, come.
He leaned over the table and looked around us, probably making sure no one could hear.
“Do you still like em’?” he asked. My cheeks automatically turned red. They always did that when he was the subject of our conversation.
“And, look! There’s the man of the hour!” James shouted, as he approached. I scowled, and inched a little farther away, trying to keep a good distance of five feet.
Our trip to six flags was the next day, and everyone was buzzing with the news.
“Man of the hour?” he asked. My cheeks were on fire. I shrugged my shoulders as he met my gaze.
“Wanna ride the coaster tomorrow?” he asked. I nodded. Just five words, but finally something….