Author's Note: Thanks for those who read and favorited! Hope you keep on enjoying it! Happy reading! Also... this a slow burn story. No sex for a few chapters.
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The next Wednesday Brody picked Michelle up at her house for their trip to the mall. She got into the car and said, "Thanks for picking me up. It wasn't necessary, though."
"You were on my way," Brody replied. "Besides aren't we all supposed to be reducing our carbon footprint or whatever?"
"I guess so. Do you still live with your parents?"
"Yeah."
"Oh," Michelle smiled to herself. She had been to Stephanie's parent's house before she moved out, and since Brody lived across the street, she knew where he lived. He definitely had to go out of his way to pick her up.
"I made you something," Brody said as he handed her a jewel case.
"A mixed CD?"
"Yeah. We were talking about music, so... I wanted to make you a tape, but I figured you didn't have a player."
"Why did you want to make me a tape?"
"When you make a mix tape you actually have to be there to man the player, and you actually have to listen to the songs in order to make it. With a CD you can just make the playlist and walk away. But, when you get a mixed tape, you know they spent at least an hour making it for you. They listened to all the songs right before they gave it to you. It's just more personal, I guess."
Michelle looked at him for a moment and smiled. "Oh. That's sweet. Can we listen to it now?" she asked, reaching over to put the CD in.
"No!" Brody yelled. "No. Not while I'm here."
"Whoa," Michelle said. She smiled at him and put her hands up. "It's okay. We don't have to listen to it."
"Well... you can't get an honest reaction to the music if I'm sitting here with you. If you hate a song, you can't say you do, because I'm here. I'll be talking about the song. And... I don't know. It might be a little embarrassing."
"Why would it be embarrassing?"
"No reason."
"No reason? That doesn't make any sense."
"It makes sense."
"No," Michelle shook her head. "It doesn't."
"Yes, it does."
"No. I hate it when people say that. If there was no reason, then you wouldn't find it embarrassing."
"Okay, so maybe I would find it slightly embarrassing, and I guess there is a reason... I just..." Brody trailed off, then frowned.
Michelle could tell that Brody was feeling uncomfortable. She didn't know why, exactly. He was oddly sensitive, this one. "It's fine, Brody. I'll listen to it when I get home. Thank you. I'm excited to listen to it."
"You are?"
"Of course. A guy's never made me a mixed CD before. You'll be my first."
"So you're like a mixed CD virgin?"
"If that makes you happy, then yes."
"It does make me happy."
Michelle smiled. "Okay, then."
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Although Michelle originally wanted to go to the mall to buy some clothes, she decided that she would rather not buy clothes with a guy she barely knew. Besides, they were having more fun at the novelty stores, and judging candle and lotion scents on a scale of one to ten. "Warm Apple Pie" got the highest rating, while "Meadow at Sunset" got the lowest. To be honest, neither of them really understood what scent "Meadow at Sunset" was even meant to evoke. Most candles had a title where you had a set scent in mind. "Pine Forest," "Lavender," "Cinnamon"... they all made sense. "Meadow at Sunset" threw them for a loop. Then Brody said, "It smells the way I think Sarah Palin's breath would smell." Michelle immediately concurred.
Brody then suggested that they get a snack. He got in line at Auntie Anne's. "I never go to the mall without getting a giant pretzel. Do you want one?"
"No, thanks. I feel bloated. I ate before I came, and I'm trying to stay away from salt."
"Why do you think you're bloated?"
"Well, my mom saw me this morning and said, 'Honey, you look a little bloated. You should cut back on salt.'"
Brody narrowed his eyes. Michelle didn't seem like the type of person who would let her mother get to her that way. "Hmm... your mother sounds lovely..."
Michelle chuckled. "She's not that bad."
"Are you sure you don't want a pretzel?"
"Yes. I guess I wouldn't mind a soda, though."
"So no salt, but copious amounts of sugar is fine?" he asked teasingly.
Michelle's face dropped, and she looked contemplative. "I guess you're right. I'll have some water."
"No, Michelle. I was kidding. I'm buying you a soda. And you're having a bite of my pretzel."
Michelle smiled, "Okay."
Brody shook his head. "You... bloated... ridiculous."
Brody ordered, and they both got their respective treats, then sat down at a table. Michelle took a
sip of her soda.
"How's your pop?"
"Pretty good. It's the first time I've had soda in... six months?"
"Really?" Brody couldn't remember a time in his life when Mountain Dew wasn't a dietary staple.
"Yeah. This stuff is horrible for you. You are a bad influence, sir."
"Wow. You take this nutrition stuff seriously, don't you?"
"Well, yeah. I'm studying to be a nutritionist."
"Oh, my gosh. How boring."
Michelle laughed. "Thanks. What are you doing?"
"I'm majoring in film."
Michelle chuckled. He trumped her. "Oh. That is exciting."
"I love Horror movies. I want to be the next Sam Raimi."
"I never really understood the Horror movie's appeal."
"I have so much to teach you, Michelle."
"And I you." She pointed at his pretzel and large soda. "Do you have any idea what you are doing to your body?"
Brody waved his hand. "I don't care."
"You don't care? You should."
"No... It doesn't matter right now. What are you doing Saturday night?"
"Umm..." Michelle had to think for a second. "I work until eight. Why?"
"Do you want to do something with me Saturday night?"
"What?"
"Gore Fest. It's an annual thing my school does. They get a screen, put it out in the common area outside. It's like a picnic. It can be the beginning of your Horror Movie education."
"Gore Fest?"
"Yeah."
"Can I bring the food?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, then, Brody. I'll go."
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The next day Michelle listened to the mixed CD that Brody made for her. Afterwards, keeping the promise that she would call him immediately when she was finished, she dialed Brody's phone number.
"Hey," Brody said. Michelle could tell he was smiling at the other end of the line.
"Hey, yourself."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. I liked that CD you made for me a whole lot."
"Really?" Brody asked bashfully.
"Yeah. We have very similar taste in music. I was surprised."