Page 66 of Starstruck

Today at 14:12 PM

i’ve been thinking.

sounds dangerous.

what about?

well, technically, if our relationship is fake, surely our arguments must be to.

therefore, i reckon that we should really just pretend that we’re okay.

can you feel burning against your head?

no….

then leave me alone. my telekinesis skills simply aren’t good enough yet.

okay, but before i leave you alone, i wanted to apologise.

i shouldn’t have had a go at you like that. and i'm so, so sorry gold's.

thank you. i appreciate it.

i’m sorry too. i shouldn’t have stormed off.

i think i got upset because i’ve always been told what to do, ever since i can remember. so when you told me that i shouldn’t waste my time on henry, i thought, ‘here’s another person telling me what to do with my time.’

i’m really sorry, gold’s. i mean it.

i mean it too.

now we are back to regularly scheduled fake programming, do you want to schedule another date?

are you sure? what about your plans to try and kill me with your mind?

it’s okay. it might actually help if you’re right next to me.

what have i got myself into with you?

“How doyouknow about this place?” I asked Tristan, as myeyes wandered around the familiar lavender and pastel-yellow decor of Flo’s.

After Tristan apologised and we got over what happened at the parkthe other day, he told me that he’d help me go through what a first date looks like. A ‘what to expect’ kind of thing. But when he waited for my 4:00pm class to finish and walked me all the way here, I questioned whether this whole thing was a good idea.

Tristan shrugged as he walked us over to a free booth. “I googled itwhen you lot were talking about it at your birthday dinner.” He looked around, taking in the lavender decor before his eyes fell back to mine. “And I’d heard it mentioned on the radio. Something about it winning the best small business award in the city.”

While I should have been jumping and screaming that this place hadwon an award, or bounding over to Flo, who just spotted us from behind the counter, all I could focus on was my two best friends, who had just left the kitchen in their matching aprons and were looking right at us.

Their eyes got all doughy the closer they got, and I feltTristan lean down to my ear and whisper. “You told them, right?”

I lifted my head and nodded, before turning to face my friends.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our little love birds.” Rory chirped, not anounce of sarcasm or mocking in her words. That just wasn’t Rory.

Cora, on the other hand…

“Just so you know, there’s no snogging allowed on the premises,Tristan.” She eyed me. “Well, not the kind that makes Goldie have certain audible dreams, according to Daisy—”

“Okayyyyy. Pleasure as always, Cora. Look, Tristan, it’s a table, rightin the corner. How great.” I slyly gave Cora the finger before I grabbed Tristan’s hand and dragged him to the back of the bakery.

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