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“Thanks,” he said while taking the napkins she handed him, trying his best to soak up the coffee. He looked down and saw there was a huge spot on her pants. “Sorry about your pants.” This would happen to him, he would spill his coffee on this nice, beautiful girl. “I can definitely pay to get you new ones since that coffee is probably not going to come out any time soon.”
Belle smiled softly. “It’s fine.” She said, shrugging it off. “I always have more pants.” She said nonchalantly. She chuckled. “If you want, We can go get another coffee. Considering, Yours is all over our clothes.” She offered, smiling. He was really cute. She hadn’t felt this giggly in a long time.
Peter was lost in thought, thinking of his foster brother who had just had surgery. Thankfully, he was going to be alright, but he still worried about the boys who were now practically all alone without him, since all his foster parents ever did was work. His eyes felt heavy. He had been up late again the previous night, this time taking a solitary jog in the middle of the night. He really had to stop acting on his impulses and think things through more. Just as he was taking a sip of his coffee and turning a corner, someone ran right into him, casting him off balance. Flailing to keep the coffee from spilling onto the girl’s white pants, it ended up spilling completely along the front of his favorite green shirt. “Crap, this is definitely ruined,” he said as he looked down at his shirt, which was now damp and very warm and sticking uncomfortable to his skin. He glanced up to take in the girl in front of him and to make sure he hadn’t scalded her with any of the coffee. “Are you ok?”
Belle’s eyes widened. She was such a clutz. She couldn’t believe she had done that. “I am so sorry.” She repeated miserably. She looked down at her pants and there was a huge brown spot on her right leg. “I’m fine.” She said bringing her hand to her mouth. She shook her head. Why did she have to be so clumsy? Couldn’t she ever do anything right. “I.. Follow me.” She said, taking his hand and pulling her after him. The cafeteria was just around the coenr and she led them inside. She grabbed some napkins of the table and handed them to him.
Belle had spent the day at the orphanage. She and a couple other students gave them a Celebrate Summer party. She was proud of herself because of how much she ahd done for the place since the beginning of the school year. She was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans and a black tank top. She was walking around school, just wandering. She turned the corner and ran into someone. “Oops, I’m sorry.”
Good morning, Belle! I’m wonderful, and you?
I’m doing amazing.
