Tell Me That You Love Me ;;Garrett Nickelsen;; 1
His blue eyes met mine, which made my heart melt. They were gorgeous, along with his brown hair and his smile. I’ve never met anyone like him. He was pretty much perfect.
“Hi,” Garrett Nickelsen of The Maine said to me, with a smile on his face. “Hi,” I replied. “Will you sign my shoes?” I put them on the measly bar of wood that separated us. “Sure,” he told me, taking the cap off of his Sharpie. He wrote “GARRETT” in big, black letters on my white Converse hi-tops. “And my phone case, my glasses, my sunglasses, and my shirt?” I asked. “Of course,” he said, giggling. “You have a lot of things for me to sign.” I giggled, too.
After he signed everything, we took a Polaroid picture. And he signed that, also. “Wow, that’s a nice picture of me,” Garrett said, smugly. “You’re eyes stand out so much in it,” I told him, smiling at the picture. “I love it.” I looked up into his eyes in reality. “I’ve been told that a lot,” he said, looking back into my brown eyes. “But it sounds special coming from you.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and slid it open. “What is it?” Sierra Kusterbeck asked me. “Oh, it’s just a text,” I told her, opening the message.
Hey. What are you doing?
“From who?” she asked, looking at my phone screen. “Oh…From Garrett.” “What?” I asked, meaning the tone of voice she was using. “What?” she asked back. “It’s just…you guys are always hanging out. Are you guys a…thing now?” “No, Sierra,” I replied, pressing buttons to reply to Garrett’s message.
Just hanging with Sierra. Why?
“Are you sure?” Sierra smiled. “Yes, I’m sure,” I replied. “Alright,” she said. “I believe you.” My phone buzzed again.
You guys wanna go to the mall?
“What did he say?” Sierra asked, jumping on my back and looking over my shoulder. “Okay! I’ll go.” I shook her off. “Why? Do you want to keep an eye on us or something?” I asked her. “…No,” she replied, fakely. “Whatever,” I told her, giggling.
Sure.
My phone rang, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers. “Now he’s calling?” Sierra asked. “You have a weird boyfriend.” “Shut up,” I said and playfully pushed her. I accepted the call.
“Hey, Garrett,” I said. “Hi,” he replied. “So…do you want me to pick you guys up? Or do you want to meet us there?” “Who’s ‘we’?” I asked. “Oh. It’s me, John, Kennedy, and Pat,” he replied. “What about Jared?” I asked. “He’s tired and wants to take a nap,” Garrett said. “Oh, Jared…” I sighed. “It’s not going to be the same without him.” “What?” Sierra asked. “Jared’s not coming?” I shrugged. “I guess not.” “So do you want me to pick you guys up? Where are you at?” Garrett asked. “Um…Let me asked Sierra,” I told him. I turned my attention when to Sierra, who was pressing her ear against my phone. “Can he pick us up? I really don’t feel like driving. And you never like to drive,” she said. I nodded. “Can you pick us up? Please?” I asked him. “Where are you at?” he said.
“We’re outside VE’s hotel. It’s not that far from your hotel.”
“I know where it is.” He giggled. “We’ll be there in about 5 minutes. Bye!”
“Bye, Garrett!” I slid my phone close.
“So…?” Sierra asked, pulling away from my head. “You didn’t hear what he said when you were practically kissing me?” I asked, giggling. She shook her head, no. “He said he’ll be here in 5,” I informed. “Alright,” she said, sitting on a nearby bench.
