went outside to put them on. Lucy thought she had escaped any Wes interaction when she finished stretching and stepped off the front porch.
“Hey.”
Lucy turned around, “Oh – hey.”
“You made some great plans last night. You know, you might want to consider selling your services to high school lads who don’t have a clue.”
“Really? You had that great a time?” Lucy hoped she didn’t sound too disappointed.
“Yup. What did you get up to last night?”
Besides obsessing about what you were doing? Not much.
“Oh you know, not much.”
“Oh.”
It took everything in Lucy’s power, again, not to get the exact details of the date, especially those details that occurred near the end of the evening.
“Well, I’m just going to go for a run.”
“See you later.”
“Later.”
Lucy ran and ran, pushing herself for no apparent reason, cranking up her iPod so that she could block out any stray thoughts.
Wes watched Lucy sprint away. The girl was even more of an enigma to him than ever. After last weekend’s memorable car wash flirtation, he really thought there was something between them.
Maybe I was just imaging things…
Then, she had practically shoved him in the direction of her friend, Molly. It turned out Molly was a perfectly wonderful girl, but there was no real spark between them. He had given her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek at the end of the evening. Wes wasn’t a total expert on the opposite sex, but he thought he recognized a weird sense of relief from Molly. He silently cursed as he remembered what he had said to end the date. The words had just come out of him…
“I had a great time with you; we should do this again soon.”
He’d said it to be nice. He’d said it because it was just something you said at the end of a date…whether you meant it or not.
Did you mean it?
The look in Molly’s eyes had been one of slight confusion, and then she had responded with an answer in the same tone that he had just used, politely saying, “That sounds like fun.”
When Lucy returned from her run, Wes was gone and she was glad. Lucy checked her phone and saw that Molly had called. She powered her phone off, deciding not to return the call.
I just can’t deal with this now!
You’re going to have to deal with it some time.
Just not today.
C’mon, you can do this…it’s just like ripping off a Band-Aid…
Lucy put on her bravest face as she sat down next to Molly at the senior end of the drumline table at lunch the following day.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Sorry I didn’t return your call yesterday.”
“No worries.”
Lucy asked, in her now super fake patented voice, “How’d it go?”
“Good.”
GOOD?! I slave for a week on the details on the date and all you can say is ‘good?’
I told you to reconsider it…
All I’m asking for is a little credit!
Mark was sitting on Lucy’s other side, and in true perverted fashion, asked bluntly, “Did you get some?”
Not exactly how I would’ve phrased it, but…?
Molly’s cheeks were instantly rosy, “For your information, I did get a kiss good night.”
WHAT?!
Lucy felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She struggled to come up with some topic to change the subject, but couldn’t concentrate on anything else than the information Molly had just provided.
Mark put his hand up, “High five for getting some!”
Molly rolled her eyes, but knew the only way to shut Mark up was to play along. She put her hand up and the two slapped high fives.
Lucy didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of her was holding out, hoping that nothing like a kiss had actually happened – that the pair had a wonderful time together and shook hands. Or patted each other on the back. Or maybe just shared a nice, friendly hug…
There are all kinds of kisses…
I’m not going to pretend theirs was anything beside the French variety.
You don’t know that.
Did you see how red Molly got?
Did you think that her
“Hey.”
Lucy turned around, “Oh – hey.”
“You made some great plans last night. You know, you might want to consider selling your services to high school lads who don’t have a clue.”
“Really? You had that great a time?” Lucy hoped she didn’t sound too disappointed.
“Yup. What did you get up to last night?”
Besides obsessing about what you were doing? Not much.
“Oh you know, not much.”
“Oh.”
It took everything in Lucy’s power, again, not to get the exact details of the date, especially those details that occurred near the end of the evening.
“Well, I’m just going to go for a run.”
“See you later.”
“Later.”
Lucy ran and ran, pushing herself for no apparent reason, cranking up her iPod so that she could block out any stray thoughts.
Wes watched Lucy sprint away. The girl was even more of an enigma to him than ever. After last weekend’s memorable car wash flirtation, he really thought there was something between them.
Maybe I was just imaging things…
Then, she had practically shoved him in the direction of her friend, Molly. It turned out Molly was a perfectly wonderful girl, but there was no real spark between them. He had given her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek at the end of the evening. Wes wasn’t a total expert on the opposite sex, but he thought he recognized a weird sense of relief from Molly. He silently cursed as he remembered what he had said to end the date. The words had just come out of him…
“I had a great time with you; we should do this again soon.”
He’d said it to be nice. He’d said it because it was just something you said at the end of a date…whether you meant it or not.
Did you mean it?
The look in Molly’s eyes had been one of slight confusion, and then she had responded with an answer in the same tone that he had just used, politely saying, “That sounds like fun.”
When Lucy returned from her run, Wes was gone and she was glad. Lucy checked her phone and saw that Molly had called. She powered her phone off, deciding not to return the call.
I just can’t deal with this now!
You’re going to have to deal with it some time.
Just not today.
C’mon, you can do this…it’s just like ripping off a Band-Aid…
Lucy put on her bravest face as she sat down next to Molly at the senior end of the drumline table at lunch the following day.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Sorry I didn’t return your call yesterday.”
“No worries.”
Lucy asked, in her now super fake patented voice, “How’d it go?”
“Good.”
GOOD?! I slave for a week on the details on the date and all you can say is ‘good?’
I told you to reconsider it…
All I’m asking for is a little credit!
Mark was sitting on Lucy’s other side, and in true perverted fashion, asked bluntly, “Did you get some?”
Not exactly how I would’ve phrased it, but…?
Molly’s cheeks were instantly rosy, “For your information, I did get a kiss good night.”
WHAT?!
Lucy felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She struggled to come up with some topic to change the subject, but couldn’t concentrate on anything else than the information Molly had just provided.
Mark put his hand up, “High five for getting some!”
Molly rolled her eyes, but knew the only way to shut Mark up was to play along. She put her hand up and the two slapped high fives.
Lucy didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of her was holding out, hoping that nothing like a kiss had actually happened – that the pair had a wonderful time together and shook hands. Or patted each other on the back. Or maybe just shared a nice, friendly hug…
There are all kinds of kisses…
I’m not going to pretend theirs was anything beside the French variety.
You don’t know that.
Did you see how red Molly got?
Did you think that her
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