Wishes (working on title)

Matit raised his eyebrow. "They comfort better? Two emotional girls?" He teased.

She stuck out her tongue in the most adorable way. He shook his head. She would never like him that way. He smiled. "So...any girl you find cute?" he asked, trying to gain insight. He just wanted to make conversation. "Tell me about yourself. Do you have any brothers or sisters? where did you move from? Do you like it here? Any one your interested in that I could help you land?" He smiled.

Ginger looked at him in a weird way as she drank the last of her coffee.
"Look, just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'm not normal. I guess, I still find guys attractive but I'll never go for one." She said as she threw her cup from her seat into the trash can, and actually made it. Matt whistled.
"Impressive." He raised his eyebrows.
"OK, well I love playing piano, I think Avril Lavigne and Kelly Clarkson are hot and I would kill to be Edward Cullen. I like Mac and cheese I don't have any brothers or sisters that I know of and my mom hates the fact I'm gay and my dad died before I was born. My favorite color is green and I love sports." She shrugged. "That's about it." she shrugged.

Matt nodded. "That's awesome. Sorry about your mom. I'd prefer to be Jacob Black myself." He smiled at her expression. "Yes, i've read twilight." He smiled. "So...would you find me attractive?" He asked. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to date this girl. but...she didn't like him that way and she never would. He sighed and smiled. "On a scale of one to ten, where do I fall?" He grinned.

She laughed, she didn't exactly know what she'd put him at, she truely didn't know but since he wanted to know so badly.
"I'd put you at a seven if I were straight, you'd be a one-night-stand deal." Ginger smiled. "But then again, I'm not." She looked at the cashier the one who'd given him her number. She rolled her eyes, she looked like a fake and bake wanna be barbie. "Why do you care my opinion, you could have any girl you want. Is it just because I'm not straight?" Ginger shifted in her seat. "Or is it because I'm the only girl who doesn't want you?" she asked. It was shallow she knew, but she wanted to know the truth.

Matt thought about it. He was really honest. even though he wasa hot shot, he never lied to girls. He always told him what he was thinking or feeling, and it just made them like him more. "I guess...It's not really either, actually. Yes, you are beautiful. But...your not the typical girl I date. Your...different. I thought so the moment I first saw you. Plus, I really like the jeans." he smiled. "But...It's also partly because you donzt want me. I hate it when girls are all over me. as you put it, their good for a one night stand, but they don't even want to really commit to a relationship." He shrugged. "You just seemed different." He brushed some of his blond shaggy hair out of his face. "Why does it matter anyways? It's never going to happen..." He smiled, but he really hoped she proved him wrong.

Ginger felt a bit taken back, she liked that he was honest, but she couldn't just break and tell him she was lying. Instead she laughed and looked at him.
"My God. Your right." she nodded, more than satisfied when his pretend pouty face go to truely pout.
"Anyways..." he said. "Do you want to be a parent, I mean when you get out of school?" he asked.
Ginger felt a prick of pain, "yes, but that would be kind of hard since I'm... yeah."
"Right." he shook his head. "Sorry, forgot." he laughed.
suuuuure he did. "So since your... well yeah, does your mom let you spend the night anywhere?" he asked.
Ginger nodded. "Yeah, she drinks herself to sleep, she wouldn't notice if I fell off a cliff."

Matt looked at her. "I'm sorry. That's terrible." He would've held most girls, but in this case, he didn't know what to do. "Want to sleep over tonight? I've got my own place, and I've got a guest bedroom. we can just hang and do homework, well, at least I will. If you want any help with catching up, I could..It's up to you though." He smiled. Man, why did she have to be a Lesbian.

"Matt!" He turned and saw the head cheerleader. he groaned.

"Hey Beth."

"Thanks for dinner the other night." she smiled, her blond hair in a ponytial. He could swear that her skirt didn't cover anything.

"Uh...the teams went out together..." He reminded her.

"Oh...but it was still a fun date. when can we do it again?"

He tried to be nice. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Bethany...I just...I mean...we donzt make a good matcg."

She giggled. "Of course we do silly. your captain of the football team, ad I'm captain of the cheerleading squad."

He sighed. "Just...I...I don't think...we're good for each other." He tried again. "I'm sorry Beth. Good luck during practice." He dragged Ginger away. "Sorry about that. so...should I take you home? Or are you going to stay with me tonight?"

**I'm going to bed. Night.**

**ditto, my eyes feels like their going to pop out of my face lol X__x**

Ginger looked at him. "Let's go to your place, why did you shush her away? She was cute."
"You like Beth?!" Matt whispered loudly. "Ginger, you cannot possibly like her."
"I said she was 'cute' there's a difference." Ginger said looking back, pretending to like her.
"You should go out with her." Ginger used her head to indicate Beth.
"Are you crazy? I'm not dating that cheerleader. Been there's done that."
"You mean her." Ginger laughed.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You mean to say you did her." Ginger said pulling on her coat as they headed outside. "That cheerleader was trying to make me jealous." Ginger laughed even harder. "What the unfortunate soul doesn't know. Hey Matt, thanks for being cool about me being a lesbian. That's really cool of you." Ginger smiled.
"Yeah, no problem. To my house?" he asked.
"Sure, I trust you enough." Ginger smiled.

Matt smiled. "Good. Oh, and for your information, I did not do her. I don't sleep with girls. I don't think it's right. I think that first time should be special. I just...I don't like her personality. And I think she was jealous of you."

She laughed at that one. her laughb was beautiful. He loved the sound. Like tinkling bells.

He opened up the door for her on his sports car. His parents were rich and supplied him with a lot of stuff. She slid in and he got into the driver's sear. "Anything else I shoule know about you?" He asked with a smile.

Ginger looked around, as he got in. "No, I think the question would be if YOU have anything to tell ME." she laughed.
"My parents are kind of rich."
"So YOU ARE use to getting what you want." Ginger rolled her eyes.
He started the car, "well kind of."
"We're you shocked when you found out that I was a lesbian?"

Matt sighed. "Yes. I was shocked. I haven't been around anyone like that...and I didn't think anyone at our school would be like that." He smiled as he stopped the car in front of a town house. It was an apartment, but it was really nice and classy. he led her to his apartment and opened the door. "Home sweet home. make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks." Were the only words to come out of Ginger's mouth. When they got into the apartment, she took off her shoes, then headed for the house. "Nice, very nice." she smiled. She settled for the couch. "So... your turn, tell me about you. Obviously your straight. So who do you think is hot?" she asked.

Matt smiled. "You, for one. But your off limits." He settled in on the opposite end of the couch. "There are a lot of girls I think are hot, but that doesn't mean I want a serious relationship with them. In fact, I've never had a serious relationship before. I've taken a lot of girls out on dates, but I make sure before hand they know its just for fun." He smiled. "Yeah...I know...I'm weird."

Ginger relaxed a little. "Well, not really. I mean I haven't had a seriously realtionship, that last time I did he-" she coughed. "Sorry, she was unfaithful."
"Same here, well it wasn't serious but you get what I mean." he said.
"So if I were straight do you think we'd have a serious relationship?" she asked.

Matt shrugged. "That would be up to you. Even if you were straight, I wouldn't push anything on you that you didn't want. so...I don't know. As for me, sure. I'd give it a try. But...it would be mostly up to you. What we do, ect. I would NEVER do something that the girl wasn't willing to do. And even then I'd probably be more hesitant than most of the girls..." He looked at his backpack. "I have to start working on my homework..." He blushed. "Would you like me to fix dinner?"