There. Now I'm already to go, you thought to yourself as you applied your fourth layer shimmer lip gloss. The day was Saturday, so that meant no school. You were going to spend the day at the mall with your close friends Elizabeta and Mei. It was more like they were dragging you out of your home to the outside world. You never were one to get out, and even if you did, it was only if your parents wanted you to do something for them. Unlike most of the girls in your school, you didn't get involved with the wrong crowds. You had straight A's and a perfect attendance. You spent so much time on your education, that you never thought about having a boyfriend. Even though you did have a crush on a guy that was in almost all of your classes. His name was Lukas Bondevik, a blonde hair transfer student from Norway. He wasn't the only transfer student. Your school also received a student from Denmark, Mathias Kohler, Sweden, Berwald Oxenstierrana, Iceland, Emil Steilson(also Lukas's brother), and Finland, Tino Väinämöinen. The five were a strange bunch, and all were equally attractive. But, you had your eyes only on the Norwegian.
"_______! Your friends are here!" you heard your mother yell, breaking you from your thoughts and your gaze at the mirror. You scrambled out of the bathroom, grabbed your purse, and flew down the stairs in a haste. You kissed your mother goodbye and walked out the front door. Elizabeta, who was in the driver's seat of her Camaro, waved at you and honked her horn a few times to annoy you, in a friendly way. You smiled and jumped in the back seat.
"So, _______, ready to hit the mall? Ever girls paradise?" Elizabeta questioned with an amusing tone, pushing on the gas pedal and starting down the street. You smiled and nodded. A Girls Night Out should take your mind off of everything, including Lukas. Secretly, you didn't want to stop thinking about him, and you really couldn't. He was always on your mind. Everything from his strange curl to his violet eyes made you swoon. Since this is the first time you have ever felt this way for someone before, you had consulted Mei for some advice on how to cope with it. Mei only giggled and told you to "follow your heart and ignore your brain." It didn't sound like smart advice, so you disregarded it.
"Of course I am. I've been looking forward to this day all week," you giggled, poking your head in between the passenger and driver seat. Mei smiled and pulled her long brown hair back behind her shoulders. You took a look at both of your friends outfit and felt a tinge of envy. Mei was wearing denim skinny jeans, pink ballet flats, a white tank top, and a pink cardigan. Elizabeta was wearing a simple yet beautiful summer dress that stopped mid-thigh. It was white and decorated with green and brown polka dots. You, on the other hand, wore a pair of short shorts, converses, and a graphic tee. You felt more like a child than a teenager. "If I knew you both were going to get so dressed up, I would have thought twice about what I wore," you sighed. Mei turned about and giggled at you.
"I think you look nice, ______. And I'm sure you-know-who will think so too," Mei smirked and turned back around in her seat. Your cheeks flushed a million shades of red. What the hell is she talking about?
"What? Who is you-know-who?" Elizabeta asked, entirely curious about the subject. You mumbled a curse to Mei and sighed. You didn't know how to answer Elizabeta, but you didn't have to, for Mei spoke up for you.
"Oh? You don't know, Elizabeta? Well, little ______ has a crush on one of the new transfer boys. Lukas, the Norwegian," Mei answered, peeking back at you. You had sank down in your seat, hiding your face in the hoodie you brought with you. Elizabeta exclaimed.
"Are you serious?! You mean that little cutie pie with those gorgeous violet eyes and blonde hair?" you groaned and sank even farther down in your seat. What supporting friends. Mei nodded and folded her arms.
"Yeah, that's him. See, the reason why I picked today to hit the mall is because I overheard Mathias, the Danish student, talk about going to the mall today with Berwald, Tino, Emil, and Lukas," your ears perked up.
"Did you set this up, Mei?!" you shrieked, sitting up in your seat in an instant. Mei only giggled and patted your head. As both girls giggled, you groaned once more and fell back in your seat.
At The Mall</u>
"______, I think we should go to the Beauty Saloon to get a makeover done on you," Mei inquired after the three of you had been wandering around the mall, window shopping at the different shops. You jumped at the idea and shook your head.
"What?! No way! You know I hate anything to do with makeup and other girly things," you pouted, folding your arms. Mei rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on! What if we see Lukas? I'm not so sure he'll go for a girl with an unpainted face," you pursed your lips in annoyance. Elizabeta narrowed her eyes at Mei.
"Mei, this can be a little test for ______. We'll just say that if we see Lukas, and he takes an interest in her without the makeup, then we know that he really does like her for her. But, if he doesn't, then he's a total douche that likes girls with heavy faces," Mei nodded. You sighed. I guess they didn't notice that I was wearing lip gloss.
"Can we just go get something to eat? I'm starving," you said, hearing your stomach grumble for the fifth time in the past hour. Your friends nodded and started off towards the food court, talking about something or another. You followed behind them. Their getting so worked up over nothing. Lukas wouldn't ever go for a bookworm like me. He's probably already dating some prep from the cheer team or something. Since you weren't exactly paying attention to your surroundings, you ventured away from the way to the food court and towards somewhere else. You also failed to notice someone walking towards you, also not paying attention to where he was going.
You were pushed back by a force and landed on the ground, roughly. You squeaked at the brute force. Man, that hurt. You tenderly rubbed your bum and shook your head a bit.
"Are you alright?"
You froze. You recognized that voice from anywhere. That rich, silky, Norwegian voice. You looked up and your (e/c) orbs met with violet ones. It was Lukas you had ran into. What are the odds.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, Lukas," you sighed. Before you attempted you stand up, Lukas stuck out his hand and you willingly took it. His hands were warm and incredibly soft. As if they were made of silk. You wished to had held on a little longer, but you involuntarily removed your hand once you were on your feet. "You seemed to be walking in a hurry," you inquired. Lukas nodded and stole a glance from behind him.
"I'm trying to get away from Mathias. He's been dragging me all over this God forsaken place, and I'm at my wits end," he told you, avoiding any more eye contact with you. You nodded slowly. You were about to excuse yourself to go find Mei and Elizabeta, when he looked at you and said, "Would you like to walk around with me for a bit? To be honest, I've never been to a mall before and I don't know much about one," you blushed. Inside, your stomach was doing back flips and your heart was pounding in your chest. Outside, you were blushing and smiling like an idiot.
"Sure, I'd love to walk with you," he nodded at you and you both started walking.
Time Lapse: 1 Hour</u>
Everything was perfect. You and Lukas had been walking aimlessly around the mall for about an hour now, and it was going very smoothly. Despite him showing any facial expressions and his voice never changing it's tone, you knew he was having a nice time by the way he was talking to you. You both exchanged stories, some were happy and some were sad. Just in one hour, you felt as if you and him had been friends for years from the way you both talked.
"So, ______," Lukas began, wanting to get your attention. Once he did, he continued, "I wanted to ask you something. Do you...uhm...have a....a boyfriend?" Lukas quickly looked away from you, for he did not want you to see the blush on his face. You were glad he looked away because you were as red as a tomato.
"Actually, no, I don't have a boyfriend. I'm so busy with school that I never thought about one," you told him honestly. Sure that his blush had gone away, he looked back at you.
"I can understand. I'm usually so busy dealing with Mathias and Emil that I never think about having a relationship with a girl. That was, until, I came here," said Lukas, blinking once at you. You cocked your head in confusion and blinked back. Is he trying to talk to me with his eyes?
"How did it change, Lukas?" Lukas rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Well, I met this girl that changed everything. At first, I ignored the feelings because they were so alien to me, but now I'm taking them into consideration," your heart was now pounding wildly.
"I can relate to you," you smiled as he looked at you, confused, "I met this one guy. He is the first guy I have ever had these feelings for, and they won't go away. Truth be told, I don't want them to go away. I actually like these feelings," you smiled at him as a noticeable blush crept up on his face. Staring into each other's eyes, you knew what was to come next. In mere moments, both yours and Lukas's faces were leaning closer and closer to one another. Your faces were so close you swore you were about to--
"Hey, ________!" that call caused you to jerk your head back and whirl around. You saw both Elizabeta and Mei running towards you. You cursed loudly as they approached you.
"______, we've been looking all over for--" Mei stopped short when she saw Lukas behind you. She blushed with embarrassment and rubbed the back of her head, "Oh, hi, Lukas! I hope I didn't interrupt anything," she apologized. Lukas shook his head.
"Don't worry about it, Mei. I was just about to go," you sighed sadly, not wanting Lukas to leave. You felt his hand slip into yours and placed something there, a piece of paper perhaps. After bidding his farewells, he walked off. As soon as he was out of ear shot, Mei and Elizabeta began hounding you with questions. You refused to answer all of them. Both pouting, you three walked out of the mall and towards the car. Following close behind, you looked at the folded paper and opened it up. Inside was most likely Lukas's phone number and in neat cursive, you read the words "Call me".