stood up to let me out.
“Hey,” he moved in front of me. “Add me to Facebook when you get home.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes,” he laughed. “Add me.”
“Ok. See ya later! Thanks for the drink,” I smiled, picking it up. I opened the door and waved to him. I got out to the car and climbed into the back seat. I looked out the window and he was still watching me. I smiled and waved again. He winked, the same wink he did at the ballpark.
I slumped in the car and sighed. “Oh my lord that guy is so hot.”
Erica grabbed my arm. “I can’t wait to tell you something!”
“Owe,” I said, jerking my arm away. “Stop hurting me!”
She started belting out the song on the radio, forcing Jennifer to turn it up louder, making her sing louder. It was the always- never-ending-car-ride -music battle. I touched my leg, remembering how it felt when his leg was touching it and smiled .
Chapter 5
“Could I use the laptop?” I asked when we got to Erica’s house.
“Sure,” Erica sang, “It’s on my bed. But hurry back I have to tell you something!”
I went into her room , walked back into the kitchen, and started watching her fix us our snack for the night as I logged onto her computer. She was, if anything, the best hostess ever. She loved waiting on me when I came over which was all the time since we lived across the street from each other . Ever since we were in second grade, she played waitress and never grew out of it.
“You’re getting pot luck today, me BFF,” she smiled. I watched her toss her crutches on the floor and hop around the kitchen.
“Dang, you are in a good mood.”
“What ever do you mean?” she asked in the worst fake southern belle accent I ever heard.
I started logging onto my Facebook, hoping that I would be able to find the right Michael Williams. “Michael Williams is a popular name.”
“Yep,” she agreed. I don’t think she even heard what I said.
“Are you sure you don’t want help?” I asked, seeing her almost fall.
“It’s all good. Oh! I get my walking cast on Monday. That will be such a blessing. My pits are killing me.”
“So what’s your wonderful news?” I asked, scrolling down, trying to find the right Michael Williams.
I was starting to get frustrated when I saw a friend request pop up, seeing that it was him.
I accepted and looked at his wall.
Most amazing 30 min I ever had . Under it Hailey had hit the like button.
“Crap.” I said, getting ready to shut it off when my instant message box opened up.
Michael: Hey you
Alex: Hi, You home already?
Michael: Left rite after u
Erica set a plate of Stovetop stuffing and barbeque potato chips in front of me. “You find him?” She asked, looking over my shoulder. “Tell him to hang on a few. I gotta tell you my news.”
Alex: Can you give me a few minutes. I’m eating and Erica needs to tell me something. I can’t double task. See, I’m not perfect.
Michael: sure, I gotta shower. 15 min?
Alex: that’ll work
“Ok, so what happened?” I asked, taking a bite of my food.
“Let’s just say I am not a virgin anymore.”
“Are you serious? For real?” I didn’t know what to think. I was curious , but also had mixed feelings “Who? Matt ?”
“Yes Matt ,” she acted like it was a stupid question. For all I knew she had walked out of Dairy Lane, dumped Matt for a cuter guy , and did it.
“Wow, do you feel different, I mean, like older? What was it like? Was it romantic?”
“Well,” she said, “ l et’s cut to the chase. Matt is a dumb ass.”
“Really?” I asked sarcastically.
“Very funny,” she laughed.
“So anyway,” she continued, “ w e started walking to the ball park. I kept hearing Kaitlyn and Lee talking behind us which was annoying as hell. Kardashian this , Kardashian that. So we decided to let them go ahead of us and then we lost them all together. Matt suggested we go up in the press box and see if they were up there.”
“Like Kaitlyn
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