Call me

I'm pretty sure I have my superpower is attracting the most embarrassing situations. If there's a table standing even a 100 kilometers away from me, you can bet I'll be the one to push it down, however impossible it seems if you consider time, distance and gravity. I'm literally an epic-embarrassments of the century human magnet. And believe me, I'm not so thankful for that. 

 Justin just stood there, hands in pocket, head tousled by the wind and face a chiseled perfection, looking devastatingly handsome. His pale blue shirt had a fashionable streak across it, his denim pants ( I still can't get used to calling trousers 'pants'… Ok, yuck?) faded and a plaid shirt tied over his hips. With the sun glaring off his sun streaked brown hair, he looked just about… heavenly. 

About to watch my epic disaster and embarrassment. Not that I'd let that happen. 

 I leaned against the counter, brain and dead and word blank. I'm not usually word-blank, even at the worst of times cause constant babbling is my brain's way of coping with stress. Now, I don't know what's wrong with that system and I'm grateful, really cause most times I just state useless facts. Like the fact that snakes don't have butts or that the wombat poop is cube-shaped. ( don't ask me what a wombat poop is) and with Justin's terribly amazing face in the way, God knows what my mouth might spill. 

 But he's just standing there, staring at me. I had to say something. Say something Daisy, say something… cool? Snazzy? In-town? Let's leave it up to my mouth though cause it always disappoints. 

" Hey there Justin. To what do we owe this pleasant visit" I blurted, mentally kicking myself after landing a hot slap across my cheek. 

To what do we owe this pleasant visit? Who's we? And what visit? Seriously? My head had to go medieval right now? 

 Desperate, I flashed him a smile and he chuckled. 

" Hi" I crooned, knowing how soft and shrill my voice sounded. 

" Yeah. Hi." He leaned close " What's going on?" 

don't spill the beans Daisy, don't spill. I'd rather share a cell with dad than let Justin know about this. It'd just be pure… TERROR!!!!!!!!!

" Oh we're just play-acting some…" 

" I left my wallet at home" Dad cut in, beaming foolishly. I shut my eyes and let out an EXASPERATED sigh. 

Seriously dad? How come I didn't know he was just two feet away, waiting to embarrass the life out of me. I glared at him but he didn't notice. 

" So?" Justin asked. 

" So the…" 

" The waitress gave him another wallet!" I yelled jumping in. Dad gave me a stare and justin quirked his brow. 

" I mean he… needs…" 

" Your bill mam" the waitress crooned impatiently and I bit my lips, clamping my eyes shut. 

 The horror! Oh the embarrassment!!

" How much is it?" Justin said, stepping up. 

" What? No… I… you can't…we…" 

" 40 dollars…" he held out the fanciest card I'd ever seen and I held back his hand. 

" You can't. Really I can pay for…" 

" I heard you arguing" He chuckled " Not really arguing. Just saying… stuff" I went smashing hot red. 

 He heard me? What? 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! 

" Bill it please" He said and I watched, appalled and chewing on my pinky. God I can't look him in eyes. Not now, not ever. 

i turned to dad, eager to save myself from future embarrassment." Dad? Could you wait for me outside. I… I'll be out soon" He looked up from the gum box, stuffing a handful down his pants pocket. I rolled my eyes, expecting defiance. Knowing dad, he'd probably cuff himself to the table with a band made out of gum and poke his face into Justin's all day. 

" Sure." He said. I blinked in surprise and watched him leave, heart spinning wildly. Why'd I ask him to leave? Now I'm all alone. With Justin. And his devastatingly handsome face.

 I can't survive this!!!!!!!!

 He turned to me, grinning. 

" You want to have a cell ten kilometers away from your dad huh?" 

I leaned against the counter and pulled my hair back, trying to be chic and savvy, only that I ended up tangling my hands across my messy curls. He leaned close. Slightly but enough to make my blood boil. 

" Are you ok?" 

" Yeha… summ. Amha funne" Excuse me Daisy Thompson but WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU SAYING? Yeha? Summ? Amha? Funne? What? 

" Oh. I see" we stood there quietly, me mentally kick-boxing myself and him probably waiting to get his card and dash out of the 'mad alien girl who speaks words-that-can-never-be-in-a-dictionary. 

 Say something Daisy. Something human and in-a-dictionary-like. 

" So, what are you doing here?" 

" Oh I came to grab dinner" He said. I wrung my fingers and raked my hand through my hair. So far, so good, I was sounding positively normal. 

" You live around here?" 

" No. I've got a photo shot on a cabin on the lake" He said and I nodded, spinning left and right slowly. 

" Oh. You're a model?" What daisy? He's OBVIOUSLY a model you idiot! Oh you're such a geek!

" Well I…" He began till I cut him short. 

" You don't have to answer that. (Time to be sensible brain alert: ok that's enough Daisy. Did listen? No) I obviously know you're a model else I wouldn't have tripped over your feet on a runway not a stage or some photo booth or something" that's it. I've officially gone crazy. And with the way he's staring at me I won't be surprised if he bolts out through the window ten feet away from us. I clamped my eyes shut. 

 stupid, stupid, stupid. 

" O…k?" He drawled, laughing shakily (?) 

" Yeah. ( shut up daisy) I know I'm babbling ( shut up!). I usually do when I'm nervous though I… ( ok now you're officially stupid) I'll just shut up now" I said, looking away. He laughed, tucking his hand into his pocket. The waitress handed me my receipt, glaring. 

" Thanks. I mean thank you lots. I… I'll pay you back" 

he turned to face me, smiling " how?" Yeah how daisy?

" I… I don't know. Maybe I'll crash into you again…" I blurted stupidly and he smiled, amused. " sorry I mean run into you…" 

" You could always call me. If you had my number" 

 I froze " I don't have your number" he smiled, a shy soft smile and played around with a plastic bag next to his feet. 

" I could always give it to you." He held out his hand and I stared, lost. he quirked his brow " your phone?" Oh no. Oh no.