Nan~ You're not a nerd, silly. *shakes head*
Awwwww, we have Sunny and Tyler, and Clove and Quil...
Also, people keep stealing Mae's bloody hell thang, which she said because she recently read a Victorian novel set in London, 1881.
I took out my disc man from my bag and turned it on, lugging my pile of books around the store. The circulation in my arm was getting cut off, and I felt tingles starting at my elbow and trickling down into the tips of fingers, and back again. I took out the book from the top of the pile and opened it to the page I was in the book. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice when someone was walking up the same aisle.
We banged into each other, my pile of books spilling all over and my earphones unplugging, sending music blaring. I blushed and hurriedly plugged them back in.
"Wasted Daylight, by Stars, track two on The Five Ghosts," the stranger said with a wicked grin. I took in his blonde ponytail, sea blue eyes with a smile in them and his beige turtleneck. "I love them. Best band ever. And, I got the new album a day early. My mom got it for me a day early. She knows how much I love them, and she noticed it in a music store."
I was gaping at him as he talked and piled my books back up. "Ooh, I love Tamora Pierce. And those Sally Lockhart books. I think Jim's the best," he continued. He must've noticed my mouth so wide open a whole family of flies could live in there, because he looked confused for a moment. "What's wrong?" he asked. Then by brightened with his thought. "I know! You don't know my name." He stood up, handing me my pile. I stood up too, and straightened my jeans.
"Gideon Seymour, at your service," the stranger announced, bowing with a flourish. "I know, like the books."
"Maeve Brielle," I murmured, curtsying, even though I was wearing jeans and had a pile of books in my hands, to boot.
"How'd you get your disc man to have speakers?" Gideon wondered. "Mine doesn't."
"My cousin gave me it for Christmas. He knows I had iPods, at least while they're popular, and expensive. I've had Marie-my disc man-since I was five. I was so happy when Matthew put speakers in," I replied. "How have I never met you before? I go to Forks high school. I'm right on the edge of the La Push/Forks border."
"I'm home schooled," Gideon replied. "My parents just made this shop"--he gestured at the book store--"and I work here. It's nice, you think?"
I nodded vigorously. "Very. Have you read Airborne by Kenneth Oppel?"
"As a matter of fact, I haven't," Gideon replied thoughtfully. "Have you read Uglies by Scott Westerfeld?"
"Nope," I said.
And as I left the store five minutes and many books later, I forced myself to remember Seth and I were soul mates
, we were two pieces of a puzzle, we were meant for each other... Right?
I LOVE YOU GIDEON!!!