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Dex: You can’t be serious?
Chrissy: Yes I can and I am.
Dex: Insensitive?
Chrissy: On the right track.
Dex: Prick? Jackass? Dufus? Moron? Dork? Should I go on??
Chrissy: I think you about covered them. LOL…Now what are you going to do to make it up to me?
Dex: Dinner?
Chrissy: Hmm…
Dex: What?
Chrissy: Debating if I should make you beg…
Dex: PLEASE Chrissy, let me take you to dinner to make up for being an insensitive prick at my mom’s wedding.
Chrissy: Well…
Chrissy: Okay. Sunday at six.
Dex: Sunday at two. We’re going somewhere first. I’ll pick you up.
Chrissy: Sunday at three.
Dex: Do you always have to have the last say?
Chrissy: Yep.
Dex: Fine, I’ll see you Sunday at three.
Chrissy: See you then.
    TWO-THIRTY AND there’s a knock on my door. Damn Dex and making a smartass point to me abouthim not allowing me to have complete say. Since I won’t be able to meet him downstairs like I had planned, I grab my purse from the table and slither through the door, quickly shutting it behind me.
    “I guess I won’t come in then?” he asks rhetorically, chuckling to himself.
    Giving a tight smile across my shoulder, I lock the door and turn around. “I was going to meet you downstairs at three o’clock,” I say, raising my eyebrows only enticing more laughter out of him.
    “Yeah, well, I compromised.” He chuckles and then waits for me to lead the way down the hall.
    “I swear, Dex,” I comment, not finishing because Dex is Dex, and even his most annoying habits I wouldn’t want to change.
    Once we get downstairs, passing a zillion kids that run the halls every day with no parental supervision, Dex’s FJ Cruiser sits outside. It’s new and nice in that new graphite color that’s so popular. Not that there are a ton of brand new cars around my neighborhood. Being a gentleman, he opens the door for me and I step in, allowing him to shut it behind me. As he walks around, my heart flutters from being treated like a real date.
    He climbs in his own side and inserts the key into the ignition. Before turning it over, he looks my way. “Are you up for anything?” He stares over at my casual dress of shorts and a t-shirt with flip-flops.
    “Yeah,” I answer.
    “Let’s go then.” He turns the key over and the engine starts with a purr, instead of the usual backfire of the cars around here.
    He drives us out toward the highway and for some reason I realize where we’re going before we actually turn off the exit.
    “The Valley?” I ask, and he nods bearing his typical smirk.
    “The Valley,” he confirms.
    “I haven’t been there since your dad had that picnic on Memorial Day that one year. Remember everyone thought Gia and Kim got lost somewhere on the trail?” I laugh, remembering Dex and I finding them making out with each other behind some tree. Since we were so much younger, I think we were both confused about what they were up to at the time.
    “If I knew then what I know now, I would have thought it was hot as hell instead of the delusional idea they were practicing kissing on each other,” he reveals, and I nudge him in the arm.
    “You did? Why would they practice kissing?”
    “Isn’t that what you chicks do? You kiss each other so you’re prepared for your first kiss?” he questions and I cock my head over at him in disbelief.
    “Do you kiss your best friend to practice?”
    Dex squints over and coughs as though he may throw up in his mouth. “No,” he answers with a firm shake of his head.
    “Neither do we. It’s just normal trial and error when it actually happens. I swear, guys and their lesbian fantasies,” I remark, half-heartedly laughing at him.
    “Crap. All that useless material when I was younger, imagining you and your best friend practicing.” He snickers, and I push him again, making his body connect with the window before it bounces back in front of the steering wheel.
    He parks the truck between the angled lines, and I climb out to meet him around back.