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pissed and I wanted him to feel bad. He felt
bad alright, all the way out the door.
“It will be fun, and it’ll be cold so you can snuggle
up against one of his muscled-up tattooed arms.”
“It will be what?”
Poor Megan. I
wasn’t listening to her.
“Fun and cold! I said use it, snuggle time!”
I couldn’t help it, I had to ask. “You wouldn’t like
to date him, would you, Meggs ?” She threw me a look and
her pillow. I think the pillow was supposed to hit me in the side of my head,
but I caught it. I knew Megan too well. I was expecting it.
If I was going to date someone, it would definitely be
someone like Brock. He was funny, and obviously good-looking. He was smart,
although I don’t think he realizes it most of the time. He’s always making
comments when we do homework about how smart I am. He can do his math when he
applies himself, he just doesn’t usually want to.
I will say this though, the boy can sing. I went to
the club with Megan and Jake last weekend to hear him and his new band play. He
can belt out a song let me tell you. His voice kind of sounds like a cross
between Justin Timberlake and Bob Dylan. I know it sounds weird but you’d have
to hear him for yourself to understand. He’s incredible. And then there’s the
guitar playing. I watch his fingers sometimes when he plays, and it amazes me
how it just looks like they’re moving up and down on the strings. When I try to
do it, it sounds something like, “Dum, dum , dumb, and
dumb.” When he does it…well, let’s just say I think even the angels who play
those pretty harps might be jealous.
I know that sappy stuff sounds like I’m talking about
a guy that I’m dating. It’s exactly why I don’t say any of it out loud. People,
and by people I mean Megan and Jake, would take it the wrong way. Thinking it
in my head just means that I think he’s a really cool guy. Saying it out loud
would make me sound like I was in love. Which I am not. Absolutely, positively,
not.
“You spend more time at their apartment than I do.
Jake says he sees you more than he does me.”
“I’m tutoring him in math,” I said. It was true. I
have always been good at math, and he was struggling. We’re friends and that’s
what friends do for each other. If Megan or Jake needed to be tutored, I would
tutor them as well. It’s not like we’re in one of those silly teenage movies where
we gaze at each other across the table over the math book and realize we’re
made for each other. We do his math, we cook and we talk. Sometimes we play
video games or watch movies. We do lots of things that people who are just
hanging out do. He’s easy to talk to. Sometimes I find myself almost saying too
much. Last week we started talking about our childhoods and I told him about my
grandmother and how grateful I was for everything she’s done for me. I was so
comfortable talking to him that I almost said the “C” word. Whew!
“Are you guys taking the bike?” Megan asked.
“Yes, we’ll be taking Suzie.” Suzie, now that’s the
real love of Brock’s life.
Megan laughed, “Do you call it that in front of him
with a straight face?”
“Yes,” I said, “And don’t call her an “it”. He hates
that.”
“ Ohh ,” she said, “We
wouldn’t want to say anything that upsets Molly’s boyfriend.”
“Megan.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up,” I told her as I pulled my warm sweater over
my long-sleeved shirt. As we have already established the night of the football
game last month, I hate to be cold. At least when we ride Suzie, Brock’s body
blocks most of the wind. He tells me to put my hands around his waist and hide
my face down behind him. Some people, and again I mean Megan and Jake, might
think that we looked like we were dating, but it’s just about staying warm. And
since I’m not saying this out loud, he always smells really good.
“Are you and Jake going tonight?” I asked Megan,
hoping to distract her from worrying about
bad alright, all the way out the door.
“It will be fun, and it’ll be cold so you can snuggle
up against one of his muscled-up tattooed arms.”
“It will be what?”
Poor Megan. I
wasn’t listening to her.
“Fun and cold! I said use it, snuggle time!”
I couldn’t help it, I had to ask. “You wouldn’t like
to date him, would you, Meggs ?” She threw me a look and
her pillow. I think the pillow was supposed to hit me in the side of my head,
but I caught it. I knew Megan too well. I was expecting it.
If I was going to date someone, it would definitely be
someone like Brock. He was funny, and obviously good-looking. He was smart,
although I don’t think he realizes it most of the time. He’s always making
comments when we do homework about how smart I am. He can do his math when he
applies himself, he just doesn’t usually want to.
I will say this though, the boy can sing. I went to
the club with Megan and Jake last weekend to hear him and his new band play. He
can belt out a song let me tell you. His voice kind of sounds like a cross
between Justin Timberlake and Bob Dylan. I know it sounds weird but you’d have
to hear him for yourself to understand. He’s incredible. And then there’s the
guitar playing. I watch his fingers sometimes when he plays, and it amazes me
how it just looks like they’re moving up and down on the strings. When I try to
do it, it sounds something like, “Dum, dum , dumb, and
dumb.” When he does it…well, let’s just say I think even the angels who play
those pretty harps might be jealous.
I know that sappy stuff sounds like I’m talking about
a guy that I’m dating. It’s exactly why I don’t say any of it out loud. People,
and by people I mean Megan and Jake, would take it the wrong way. Thinking it
in my head just means that I think he’s a really cool guy. Saying it out loud
would make me sound like I was in love. Which I am not. Absolutely, positively,
not.
“You spend more time at their apartment than I do.
Jake says he sees you more than he does me.”
“I’m tutoring him in math,” I said. It was true. I
have always been good at math, and he was struggling. We’re friends and that’s
what friends do for each other. If Megan or Jake needed to be tutored, I would
tutor them as well. It’s not like we’re in one of those silly teenage movies where
we gaze at each other across the table over the math book and realize we’re
made for each other. We do his math, we cook and we talk. Sometimes we play
video games or watch movies. We do lots of things that people who are just
hanging out do. He’s easy to talk to. Sometimes I find myself almost saying too
much. Last week we started talking about our childhoods and I told him about my
grandmother and how grateful I was for everything she’s done for me. I was so
comfortable talking to him that I almost said the “C” word. Whew!
“Are you guys taking the bike?” Megan asked.
“Yes, we’ll be taking Suzie.” Suzie, now that’s the
real love of Brock’s life.
Megan laughed, “Do you call it that in front of him
with a straight face?”
“Yes,” I said, “And don’t call her an “it”. He hates
that.”
“ Ohh ,” she said, “We
wouldn’t want to say anything that upsets Molly’s boyfriend.”
“Megan.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up,” I told her as I pulled my warm sweater over
my long-sleeved shirt. As we have already established the night of the football
game last month, I hate to be cold. At least when we ride Suzie, Brock’s body
blocks most of the wind. He tells me to put my hands around his waist and hide
my face down behind him. Some people, and again I mean Megan and Jake, might
think that we looked like we were dating, but it’s just about staying warm. And
since I’m not saying this out loud, he always smells really good.
“Are you and Jake going tonight?” I asked Megan,
hoping to distract her from worrying about
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