RUBBY'S POV
Alex drove me home hours later promising to pick me up for dinner.
I waved at him till I could no longer see his car; for some reason, I couldn't help feeling like a giddy little child.
As I got to my room, I caught a glimpse of myself in my mirror and couldn't help but giggle, I was grinning from ear to ear. To make it worse, I felt as though I was floating on air as I remembered how hard we laughed and how gently he rubbed my arms.
Suddenly I found myself smiling again, my face aching from the effort.
Get a grip on yourself, Rubby, I muttered to myself before sinking in on my ever-ready bed.
Evening came sooner than I had expected, and I heard the honk of his car; he no longer pulled into the driveway to avoid being embarrassed by my mom. I rushed downstairs, ignorin
