Simba chuckled and passed a hand through his hair. He noticed the girl’s cheeks seemed a little bit more coloured than usual, but he convinced himself that it was probably a trick of the lights and shrugged it off with a smile. The thought of it being a blush merely crossed his mind, but he still ignored it.
“Are you serious?” he laughed, the smiled. “Well, that’s definitely cool. You know, people are very unpredictible all the time. But you should never laugh at someone!” he said, grinning. The boy smirked briefly, convincing himself that the whole idea of taking Missy to the beach had been the best idea he had ever had. If not the best, at least it was in the top ten. He liked the idea of them having so much in common, and so he decided that no matter what, he would enjoy the evening with her. ’Missy likes reading, a lot.’ He made a mental note, making sure the little quirk would come in use in the future. “As I said, it’s a bit cheesy and a lot cliche. I mean, romantically.” he shrugged, “But a good book is a good book, so yes, I think you should read it.” he added with a smile. He shrugged, “Well, you can call me whatever you want, as long as it’s not late for dinner!”
Simba smiled, stroking the guitar chords, but not hard enough for them to make an audible sound. He looked down and smiled sheepishly, half to himself because he didn’t want the girl to notice. “You really think so?” he asked, never looking up.
Missy smiled and looked at him at him. “I thought we decided that I was laughing with you?” She laughed a little and sat back in her chair. “Okay, fine. Your pay back for me laughing at you can be that you can laugh at me if I do anything stupid today. Deal?” She giggled, and held out her pinky for him to swear to it. Missy cocked her head a little, listening to Simba’s description of his current read. “That sounds interesting! I’ll totally look into it.” She said, running the name of the book over and over in her head so that she wouldn’t forget it. She smiled a little to herself. Simba read romantic books? That probably meant that he was a romantic, which meant that if the two were ever to date he would do super cute things like hold up a stereo outside her window or…. Missy trailed off, the butterflies in her stomach beginning to flutter again. She looked out the window, trying to distract herself from her ridiculous thoughts. Missy laughed at her friend’s corny joke. “Simba!” She said, putting her head in her hands, laughing. “That is probably the worst joke ever.” She giggled, looking at him. “I’m so going to use that now.”
Missy nodded, a reassuring smile on her lips. “For sure.” She looked at him for a while, noticing that he wouldn’t look at her. Had she said something wrong? Was he mad? Or embarrassed? She decided that he was neither, and that he was just a little shy when it came to his music. She was the 3rd person to ever hear him play, after all. She loved the way he looked when he was looking at his guitar. He looked at it as if it were a person with a personality, who he loved dearly, and who loved him back. It was sweet, and showed Missy a side of Simba that she had never seen: his passion.
Missy looked up and smiled shyly. She skooted towards him a little, giggling to ease her nerves. “Do you think you could teach me a little?” Missy asked. She had always wanted to know how to play guitar, and hopefully Simba didn’t mind showing her a couple of notes.
Missy, I know so.
Oh..okay.. I think you’re cool too! Just to let you know….
I think you’re confused, baby doll. You’re 10x prettier than all the others. And you’ve got the personality, too. You’re the complete package.
[blushes even more] You really think so?
They’re probably still getting over your beauty.
[blushes] Aw…thanks. I doubt it, though. Its Hollywood, so there are a ton of girls 10x prettier than me.