You're A Blue Eyed Lightning Bolt[[Bert McCracken]]Eight

The sun was piercing through the threatening clouds and the day was clearing up.

I straigtened out my shirt and smiled, thinking that was a good sign.

Reds and pinks that had once smeared through the nighttime sky had bleed into light, pale blues.

I skipped down the stairs.

Nothing could bring down my spirits today.

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"Guess where I'm going guys?" I asked as everyone sat in the living room.

They all turned their gaze from the tv, to me, and shrugged their shoulders.

Steph was the only one to appear to have any genuine interest.

"Work!" I said proudly, puffing out my chest.

"You got a job?" Belle asked.

"Yup. I'm off. Don't wait up!" I called.

I heard a shuffling behind me, and suddenly Bert stumbled into the hallway, feet from where I had just been standing.

"Can I walk you?" he asked, timidly, which was quite out of character for him.

"Sure." I said, smiling at him which he returned.

I didn't notice him flip off Steph as we left the house.

Just like he didn't notice how I blushed when he grabbed my hand.

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"So, where are you working?" he asked as we walked down the street, still hand in hand.

"The book store."

"The old one off of the main street?" he asked.

I nodded.

"So..." I trailed off, finding the silence unbearable.

"So, I barely know you. Tell me something about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"Favorite book?"

"Harry Potter, hands down."

"Favorite movie?"

"Lord of the Rings."

"Which one?" he asked.

I laughed a little.

"The Return Of The King."

"Birthday?"

"May 21st."

"Favorite song?"

"Tainted love."

"Favorite band?"

"The Used."

He smiled, knowing I was joking since I never heard them play.

"Role model?"

"Steph." I answered, no hesitation.

He smiled again, his eyes shining with something I couldn't identify.

"Would you rather streak at a soccer game or eat cockroaches?"

I cringed.

"Uh...streak?" I said, scrunching my eyebrows together.

"Would you shave your head or swim in a shark tank?"

"Shave my head."

I noticed that we were nearing the book store, merely feet away.

"Would you rather win the lottery or go on a date with me?"

"Go on a date with you." I replied, honestly and quickly, not thinking until after the words left my mouth.

"Great, I'll pick up at eight." he said, winking and shoving me in the book store.

Rest in results...<3
I don't know how long I stood there, staring at the door and wondering if he was serious.

Probably a while, because Mr. Lyre, my new boss, tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was alright.

I knew he probably was kidding, so I tried not to get my hopes up.

But something in me stirred, and I found myself wishing he wasn't joking.

Either way, my eyes kept glancing to the clock, just waiting for eight o'clock to come around.