each
girl. Until I knew exactly who I wanted to ask. It was obvious.
What a geek I still am sometimes. Now, how to ask.
Chocolate? Maybe. I had yet to meet a
girl who didn't like chocolate. Flowers? That would work too,
except I didn't know what kind of flowers to get. Roses, I guess.
Or were flowers too cheesy?
I paced back and forth in my room
trying to brainstorm some ideas. "How am I going to do this?" My
reflection in the mirror on the bedroom door caught my
eye.
I'd made a lot of changes inside, but
I'd made some on the outside too. It felt weird to look into my
mirror and not see my old, sloppy self.
As I scrutinized my reflection, I got
an idea.
*****
My mom helped me put my idea together
last night. She was over-the-top excited that I wanted to ask a
girl out, giving me a million suggestions about where to go and
what to do. I let her ramble, it's not like I could tell her about
Tink's bucket list. I'd gotten up extra early, excited and unable
to sleep. The familiar twinkling of lights sent a jolt of
excitement through my veins. "Good morning, Tink."
"Good morning. You're up and ready to
go already?" She smiled her pretty little smile at me.
"Got a lot to do. I've made my mind up
about who I'm going to ask out."
I watched the smile die on her face.
"Oh. So who is it? Elise?"
"Let's go running first." I snagged my
water bottle and ran downstairs to fill it.
She stood on the small counter next to
the fridge and watched. "Do I get a hint?"
"Hmm. I can tell you she's very
pretty."
"Well, just because she's pretty on
the outside, doesn’t mean she's pretty on the inside, you know,"
she pointed out.
"She's pretty on the inside
too."
"Oh."
"Let's get going before it gets too
hot." I smiled broadly and went outside. To my surprise, the run
seemed easier today than ever before. I even took an extra lap
around our cul-de-sac just because.
We got back to my house and I made us
some iced herbal tea. "So who is it?" Tink asked, taking a sip from
her little glass.
"First, I need to shower."
I downed my glass and ran upstairs. Tink stayed in the kitchen, a
scowl firmly planted on her face. I laughed to myself. She's so cute when she's mad.
After my shower, we went over to the
Final Rest nursing home and helped mom do crafts with the seniors.
Tink sat on the piano, arms folded, definitely not amused by my
little game. I saw her more than once whip out her wand and save a
senior from falling over. Too bad all nursing homes don't have
faeries to help.
On the way home, she didn't speak at
all. After ten minutes of silence I decided to test the waters a
little. "Yeah, she is really sweet, Tink. I'm excited, although I
haven't decided where I'll take her yet. I thought I'd see if she
had a preference. If not, maybe a movie."
"A movie! Pete, how do you expect to
get to know a person sitting in a theater? You can't talk. A movie
is not a good idea."
"Good point. What do you
suggest?"
"Bowling."
"Bowling?"
"Yes. It looks fun and you can talk,
and there's good food to eat. Yes. Bowling is perfect."
I grinned to myself. Clearly she'd
never eaten food from a bowling alley. "Okay. I'll suggest bowling
and see what she says."
The conversation died again, until we
got to my house. "Okay, please just tell me who it is," she
demanded.
"Alright. If you insist," I said
casually.
"Yes. I insist," she replied with
exasperation.
I jogged upstairs and grabbed the
four-inch by four-inch box my mom had helped me tie a huge pink
glittery bow around. I came downstairs and set it on the kitchen
counter in front of Tink. My hands shook pretty good, but she
didn't seem to notice.
"Her ear or some other body part isn't
in here, is it?" She glanced at me, worry etched in her
brow.
"Tink." I shook my head. "Open the box
and you'll see the prettiest girl in the world. That's who I want
to go out with."
She tugged on the ribbon. It unfolded
and Tink let it drop to the counter. With her wand, she lifted the
lid off the box and set it
girl. Until I knew exactly who I wanted to ask. It was obvious.
What a geek I still am sometimes. Now, how to ask.
Chocolate? Maybe. I had yet to meet a
girl who didn't like chocolate. Flowers? That would work too,
except I didn't know what kind of flowers to get. Roses, I guess.
Or were flowers too cheesy?
I paced back and forth in my room
trying to brainstorm some ideas. "How am I going to do this?" My
reflection in the mirror on the bedroom door caught my
eye.
I'd made a lot of changes inside, but
I'd made some on the outside too. It felt weird to look into my
mirror and not see my old, sloppy self.
As I scrutinized my reflection, I got
an idea.
*****
My mom helped me put my idea together
last night. She was over-the-top excited that I wanted to ask a
girl out, giving me a million suggestions about where to go and
what to do. I let her ramble, it's not like I could tell her about
Tink's bucket list. I'd gotten up extra early, excited and unable
to sleep. The familiar twinkling of lights sent a jolt of
excitement through my veins. "Good morning, Tink."
"Good morning. You're up and ready to
go already?" She smiled her pretty little smile at me.
"Got a lot to do. I've made my mind up
about who I'm going to ask out."
I watched the smile die on her face.
"Oh. So who is it? Elise?"
"Let's go running first." I snagged my
water bottle and ran downstairs to fill it.
She stood on the small counter next to
the fridge and watched. "Do I get a hint?"
"Hmm. I can tell you she's very
pretty."
"Well, just because she's pretty on
the outside, doesn’t mean she's pretty on the inside, you know,"
she pointed out.
"She's pretty on the inside
too."
"Oh."
"Let's get going before it gets too
hot." I smiled broadly and went outside. To my surprise, the run
seemed easier today than ever before. I even took an extra lap
around our cul-de-sac just because.
We got back to my house and I made us
some iced herbal tea. "So who is it?" Tink asked, taking a sip from
her little glass.
"First, I need to shower."
I downed my glass and ran upstairs. Tink stayed in the kitchen, a
scowl firmly planted on her face. I laughed to myself. She's so cute when she's mad.
After my shower, we went over to the
Final Rest nursing home and helped mom do crafts with the seniors.
Tink sat on the piano, arms folded, definitely not amused by my
little game. I saw her more than once whip out her wand and save a
senior from falling over. Too bad all nursing homes don't have
faeries to help.
On the way home, she didn't speak at
all. After ten minutes of silence I decided to test the waters a
little. "Yeah, she is really sweet, Tink. I'm excited, although I
haven't decided where I'll take her yet. I thought I'd see if she
had a preference. If not, maybe a movie."
"A movie! Pete, how do you expect to
get to know a person sitting in a theater? You can't talk. A movie
is not a good idea."
"Good point. What do you
suggest?"
"Bowling."
"Bowling?"
"Yes. It looks fun and you can talk,
and there's good food to eat. Yes. Bowling is perfect."
I grinned to myself. Clearly she'd
never eaten food from a bowling alley. "Okay. I'll suggest bowling
and see what she says."
The conversation died again, until we
got to my house. "Okay, please just tell me who it is," she
demanded.
"Alright. If you insist," I said
casually.
"Yes. I insist," she replied with
exasperation.
I jogged upstairs and grabbed the
four-inch by four-inch box my mom had helped me tie a huge pink
glittery bow around. I came downstairs and set it on the kitchen
counter in front of Tink. My hands shook pretty good, but she
didn't seem to notice.
"Her ear or some other body part isn't
in here, is it?" She glanced at me, worry etched in her
brow.
"Tink." I shook my head. "Open the box
and you'll see the prettiest girl in the world. That's who I want
to go out with."
She tugged on the ribbon. It unfolded
and Tink let it drop to the counter. With her wand, she lifted the
lid off the box and set it
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