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Boy do I have it bad. Shaking my head, I climb out of my truck. Slamming the door I head towards my front door, with a small smile on my face.
    “Mom.” I call out after walking into the house. I throw my keys on the table before rounding the corner into the living room. She is passed out on the couch while Macy sits in the middle of the floor playing with her toys. That little girl is something else. “What you doing baby girl?” I whisper to her.
    She giggles at me, since she is at that age where everything is funny. Before I can get to her, she throws her arms up in the air and opens and closes her hands, wanting me to pick her up. I give her a smile and do what she wants. I head out of the living room quietly and head up the stairs to my room. We stop by her room to pick up a few toys and then into mine.
    I set the wiggly thing down on my bed before pulling my laptop bag out of my closet. I climb onto my bed with Macy and set up shop on my lap, booting up the computer and opening Facebook. I click on the search bar and type in Norma Jean Davis. The drop down menu shows her face to me and I click on it. Her profile is private so I can’t see any status updates but her picture is adorable. It’s her with those glasses and her mom looking at each other and smiling. I can’t help but smile at myself. I click on the add friend button and set the laptop aside.
    I play with Macy for a while before the computer shows I have a new notification. Which says Norma and I are now friends. I waste no time in private messaging her.
     
    Chance: What’s your number?
    Norma: Why?
    Chance: Because I want to text you
    Norma: I don’t know
    Chance: You don’t know your own number?
    Norma: Yes I know my number. I don’t know about giving it to you.
    Chance : 
    Norma: Cute. 555-8945
     
    I shut down the computer and pull out my phone dialing her number. It rings four times before her smokers voice comes over the line. “Stalker.” She says.
    “Nope. Just want to hear your voice.” I state back. And I really do. It’s sexy as hell.
    “Trying to butter me up, are you?” she asks.
    I laugh into the receiver before replying. “Maybe. Or I just want you to come out with me on Friday.”
    “Is it your mom’s weekend off?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Fine.”
    “Good.” The line goes quiet as we enter awkward territory. So I try to make conversation. “What are you doing?”
    “Watching Rydstorm move around on my bed.”
    “Who’s that?”
    “My snake.”
    I think I nearly drop the phone. Though I’m not all that surprised. I knew she was hardcore so why wouldn’t she have a snake? “You really have a snake?”
    “Yeah. He’s about 5 years old. Yellow and white albino ball python. He is a sweetie though.” She says through the line and I imagine her cooing at the scaly snake.
    “I would rather not meet him. I’m scared of them.”
    “Well aren’t you a manly man admitting you’re scared of snakes!” I can hear her giggling at me, but I don’t really care.
    “Better than pretending that I’m not. Seems pointless.” Macy chooses that moment to throw her stuffed bear in my face. “Ouch, baby girl. No throwing things in people’s faces.” Her little chubby face frowns and she starts to pick up another toy. “Macy…” I trail off.
    “Put me on speaker.” Norma says to me, so I do. Though I’m not really sure why.
    “Macy honey. We talked about this, it’s rude and mean to throw things. Do you want me to feed you peas again?” Macy hates peas with a burning passion. I have no idea why mom still buys the damn things for her.
    Macy looks terrified even for a one year old and I can’t help but chuckle. “I think that worked. I’ll remember to threaten her with peas next time.”
    “It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. I would never threaten a baby.” She says in mock outrage.
    “Sure…” I laugh.
    “Whatever, I have tons of homework to do, so I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
    “K. Bye