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too, old fart.”
    I hang up, tossing the p hone onto my bed and skipping into my bathroom to turn on the shower. I jump in for a nice, long rinse down. When I’m done, I throw on a loose pair of sweat pants and a plain white tee, then toss my hair into a ponytail. I’m ready with ten minutes to spare.
    I hea d out to the living room and hear Chase’s signature knock on my door. I open it to find him with a large pizza box, dressed in a white V-neck, dark jeans, and slip-on Vans. He always looks better than I do.
    “You look swank. You want a beer?”
    “Yeah, I could go for a brewski.”
    He walks in and shuts the door behind him. I grab a couple beers from the fridge, pop off the caps, and hand one to him. We head over to the couch and plop back onto it. He places the pizza on the table and opens it to reveal a large pepperoni and mushroom. Yum.
    “How was your day? What did you do?” he asks as he sips on his beer.
    “It was fun. I went to the spa with Jules and did a girls day. I got a massage, skin treatment, and Mani. The whole nine yards.” I clear my throat loudly. “Jules asked about you today. She wanted to know how you’re doing. I told her you were still your lovely man-whore self.”
    He rolls his eyes and huffs. “That girl’s something else. I don’t get why she can’t take a hint. I mean, it’s not as if I give her mixed signals. I don’t feel the same way. It sucks because she can be a cool chick when she isn’t gushing over me.”
    “Give her a break. You’ re the only guy who’s never truly given her the time of day. I don’t think she knows how to deal with it. I feel terrible that she’s been pining over you this long.”
    I take a swig of beer.
    “I understand what it’s like.”
    “What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
    “Nothing. I’m just saying I can sympathize.”
    “Why don’t you take her on a date? You may enjoy yourself, and she may ease up on you.”
    I let out a weak burp and cover my mouth. “Excuse me.” I giggle. “I haven’t eaten.”
    He chuckles and shakes his head rapidly. “Surprise, surprise.” He grins and gently tugs on my ponytail. “I don’t think a date would help the situation. In fact, it would probably get worse. I don’t see her in that light. I’d much rather be her friend, but she makes it impossible.”
    He takes one last big swig, bottle’s ass up in the air, and downs the rest. He shakes the empty bottle next to his ear.
    “I think it’s broken,” he says with a smart-ass grin.
    A laugh comes bursting out of me, and I fall over on the couch. I’m unsure if it was very funny, but the way his face looks is hysterical. I wipe the tears from my eyes and slowly come down from my laughing fit. Little chuckles spurt out as I sit up, and my body mellows back into the couch. I take a swill of my beer and finish her up.
    “I’m glad you’re amused.” He smiles, but it slowly fades , morphing into an awkward stare. He studies me for a moment, as if he wants to say something but can’t quite find the words. Instead, he takes our bottles into the kitchen and tosses them in the recycle bin.
     
    W e dine on greasy pizza, drink some cheap beers and watch a John Hughes mini-marathon of Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles. Once it ends and the credits roll, I rise off the couch, grabbing some bottles before I head into the kitchen. I allow the movie to play so I can listen to my favorite song on the soundtrack. If You Were Here by Thompson Twins.
    “Woul d you like some dessert?” I ask as I toss the bottles into the trash.
    “Sure. What kind of dessert did you have in mind?” His tone is a tad darker than usual. I glance at him for an instant then take a peek in the fridge, shaking it off.
    “I have pudding, cookies, or there’s always my favorite, a Popsicle.”
    He smiles his sly smirk, usually reserved for his conquests.
    Is he flirting with me...? No, you idiot! Why on earth, would he flirt with you? You’re like a sister to