Identity Crisis (Rocky Mountain Novella Series) by Rory Chambers Page A

slowly got out of bed. 
    I had to bang on the bathroom door, repeatedly.  “Hurry up!”  As usual, Sarah was in there doing her makeup.  “You can do that in your room,” I suggest ed for about the millionth time. 
    “I have to look extra, extra hot today, you know…so I can make Andrew jealous,” she explained as she exited our only bathroom, “…so, chill out, dweeb.”
    “Whatever…” I mumble d as I closed the door and started the shower.  I wasn’t really a vain guy.  I didn’t get haircuts every two weeks like Connor, or workout religiously like Mikey.  Most days I barely ran a comb through my hair.  But, I thought I was an attractive enough guy, in an average sort of way. 
    After getting ready and grabbing my book bag, I made my way next door to Connor’s so we could head to the bus stop.  We always rode the bus on cold mornings, because it was just too cold and early to make a hike to school in the snow and ice.  Most of our friends got rides to school from their parents, but Connor’s parents and my Mom were already at work by the time school started. 
    As we pull ed up to the school, Mikey was there waiting.  “What took ya’ll so long?” he asked with a fake, southern drawl. 
    “We’re here at the same time as always, Mikey,” I repl ied.  He just punched my shoulder and started telling us about the cool, new tablet computer he got last night for Hanukkah.  Mikey lived on the wealthier side of town.  His parents were both doctors, so he tended to always have the best of everything.  I liked living vicariously through him, especially when he would tell us about all the new gadgets he got as presents.  But, after 10 minutes of him rambling on about this new $700 tablet computer, even I was jealous and ready to change the subject.  “So….how did you guys think you did on yesterday’s English Lit test?” I offered to steer the subject in a different direction. 
    “I aced that biotch!” exclaimed Mikey, even though he rarely got anything above a “C .”
    “I think I did pretty well, too ,” I stated. 
    Of course, Mikey had to start in on me, again.  “I’m surprised you could concentrate on the test, what, with you drooling over April all day.”
    “I think that was you, Mike!” Connor interjected, coming to my rescue yet again.  “We’d better get to homeroom, though, before the bell rings.”  We took our seats just as the second bell rang. 
    The rest of the day went by without incident.  In Biology, April even gave me a note that of course smelled of roses.  I waited until last period , though, to read it:
    Jimmy,
    I think you’re really cute.  I hope you think I’m pretty, also. 
    I was hoping you’d ask me to the Winter Dance, if you don’t already have a date.
    Let me know…okay?
    -         April
    It was a short note, but one that made me very happy.  It got me equally as nervous, though.  I had never even held a girl’s hand…so how was I going to take one to the dance?  I had nothing to wear, and I’d have to get a corsage.  At the end of the night, she’d probably expect me to kiss her.  It’s not that I didn’t want to, but what if I was bad at it and she told everyone at school?  I definitely didn’t want Mikey to know about this note, but I’d probably tell Connor about it on the way home from school. 
    “Hey, Connor,” I started as we made our way home, “April gave me a note today in Biology.”
    “No way, dude!  That’s great….what’d it say?”
    “She wants to go to the Winter Dance with me.” I explained.  Connor thought that was great.  “But, I’m scared.  I have never been that close to a girl.  How will I know if I should kiss her?”
    “You’ll just know,” he offered with confidence.  Connor had kissed a few girls over the last year, even though he never really dated any of them. 
    “How will I know how to kiss,” I asked, “…so I don’t gross her out?”  
    My best friend