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“Can you give me amazing tickets to the Angels?” he counters.
“I birthed a human for you.” Alizeh points at Lil D.
Duke nods and turns to Colby. “Sorry, Colby, she trumps you there,” he smirks.
Colby laughs. “I’d have to agree.”
We all walk out to our cars and Colby gives us all signed stuff and dugout tickets for a home game in a couple weeks. Everyone, including me, is pleased and surprised by his generosity. Mom and Alizeh both hug him, and I try not to jump up and down at my signed Blake Foster jersey or the one Colby signed, either.
When we finally get on the road, I’m not sure what to say. He’s done much more for my family and me than I did for him. “I’m glad you had a good day, Colby. Sorry we monopolized your whole day off.”
“Don’t be. I had fun, and it was better than hanging at home. I’m glad you invited me.”
“Me too. I’m sorry I was all girly and such earlier. I have an amazing day.”
“You apologize too much, Ariella. We’ll have to do something again soon.”
“I really hope so Colby. I would enjoy going out with you again.”
He smiles. “I’ll let you decide when so it’s not too soon.”
We fall back into small talk of nothing more than the weather and he directs me to his house. When I pull into the driveway, I gather my last nerve to ask him the one question I’ve been thinking about the most. “When’s your next day off?”
“It’ll be a few days. We’re about to go on a road trip.”
“How about when you come back into town, text me, and I can cook you dinner? Nothing fancy, I can promise you. However, you’ve met my family, and I’d like you to meet my dog.” I don’t cook for just anyone and I surely don’t invite them into my home, but Colby is different and I like different.
“That sounds like a plan.”
He leans over and kisses me. His lips fit perfectly with mine. I could do this all day, but I need to remember I’m in my car and in his driveway.
“Talk to you soon.” He gives me a quick peck, and he’s gone.
The moon is bright at two in the morning, and it’s making the blood on the sidewalk almost gleam. You never get used to seeing dead bodies, especially kids. Right now, I’m staring at a sixteen-year-old boy who, as far as we can tell, is the victim of a stray bullet.
“What do you think?” Duke stands next to me.
“The bullet had to come from there.” I point to my right, which is a building. “Maybe a ricochet?”
“I don’t know.” He furrows his brow, looking from the building back to the body of the kid. “Doesn’t something seem off to you?”
“The angle seems all wrong, but I’m not sure. The bullet could have come from the left, but that means he must have walked a bit, but there’s no blood trail.”
Duke bends down and inspects the body a bit more. “We’ll wait for forensics to come back. They’ll tell us where the bullet came from.”
I nod and head off toward the crowd to see if any witnesses will come forward. Normally, they don’t, but occasionally we can gather some information.
Tonight isn’t one of those nights and, as the sun begins to rise, I realize I still have a lot more to do.
WHY COULDN’T I have chosen to play hockey? Sure, they still sweat a lot, but it has to help that they play indoors and on ice. It’s fucking sweltering today. We’re all drinking more than usual to stay hydrated, and I’m wishing I played an indoor sport. I wipe my hand on my pants for probably the millionth time just this inning.
The batter cracks one to the outfield, sending Roman running to try to bring it in before he can get home. He throws it to Jordan just as the runner passes him. He quickly throws it to me, but the runner is safe on third. The home crowd is having tons of fun today, probably because their team has been able to stay ahead of us the entire game. It’s still a close game, though.
The next guy strikes out, earning the third and sending us
“Can you give me amazing tickets to the Angels?” he counters.
“I birthed a human for you.” Alizeh points at Lil D.
Duke nods and turns to Colby. “Sorry, Colby, she trumps you there,” he smirks.
Colby laughs. “I’d have to agree.”
We all walk out to our cars and Colby gives us all signed stuff and dugout tickets for a home game in a couple weeks. Everyone, including me, is pleased and surprised by his generosity. Mom and Alizeh both hug him, and I try not to jump up and down at my signed Blake Foster jersey or the one Colby signed, either.
When we finally get on the road, I’m not sure what to say. He’s done much more for my family and me than I did for him. “I’m glad you had a good day, Colby. Sorry we monopolized your whole day off.”
“Don’t be. I had fun, and it was better than hanging at home. I’m glad you invited me.”
“Me too. I’m sorry I was all girly and such earlier. I have an amazing day.”
“You apologize too much, Ariella. We’ll have to do something again soon.”
“I really hope so Colby. I would enjoy going out with you again.”
He smiles. “I’ll let you decide when so it’s not too soon.”
We fall back into small talk of nothing more than the weather and he directs me to his house. When I pull into the driveway, I gather my last nerve to ask him the one question I’ve been thinking about the most. “When’s your next day off?”
“It’ll be a few days. We’re about to go on a road trip.”
“How about when you come back into town, text me, and I can cook you dinner? Nothing fancy, I can promise you. However, you’ve met my family, and I’d like you to meet my dog.” I don’t cook for just anyone and I surely don’t invite them into my home, but Colby is different and I like different.
“That sounds like a plan.”
He leans over and kisses me. His lips fit perfectly with mine. I could do this all day, but I need to remember I’m in my car and in his driveway.
“Talk to you soon.” He gives me a quick peck, and he’s gone.
The moon is bright at two in the morning, and it’s making the blood on the sidewalk almost gleam. You never get used to seeing dead bodies, especially kids. Right now, I’m staring at a sixteen-year-old boy who, as far as we can tell, is the victim of a stray bullet.
“What do you think?” Duke stands next to me.
“The bullet had to come from there.” I point to my right, which is a building. “Maybe a ricochet?”
“I don’t know.” He furrows his brow, looking from the building back to the body of the kid. “Doesn’t something seem off to you?”
“The angle seems all wrong, but I’m not sure. The bullet could have come from the left, but that means he must have walked a bit, but there’s no blood trail.”
Duke bends down and inspects the body a bit more. “We’ll wait for forensics to come back. They’ll tell us where the bullet came from.”
I nod and head off toward the crowd to see if any witnesses will come forward. Normally, they don’t, but occasionally we can gather some information.
Tonight isn’t one of those nights and, as the sun begins to rise, I realize I still have a lot more to do.
WHY COULDN’T I have chosen to play hockey? Sure, they still sweat a lot, but it has to help that they play indoors and on ice. It’s fucking sweltering today. We’re all drinking more than usual to stay hydrated, and I’m wishing I played an indoor sport. I wipe my hand on my pants for probably the millionth time just this inning.
The batter cracks one to the outfield, sending Roman running to try to bring it in before he can get home. He throws it to Jordan just as the runner passes him. He quickly throws it to me, but the runner is safe on third. The home crowd is having tons of fun today, probably because their team has been able to stay ahead of us the entire game. It’s still a close game, though.
The next guy strikes out, earning the third and sending us
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