There goes that sexy grin.
I raise a brow at him. “I’ll be legal.”
He winks. “Amen.”
“So you just think once my birthday comes, I’m just gonna drop my pants and jump your bones.”
He laughs for a few seconds shaking his head at me. And then he gets serious again. “No, Megan. When the time is right, I’ll happily undress you myself and make love to you if you let me.”
“With a face like yours and words like that, I’m about to take off my clothes right now.”
“God, I love video chatting.” He looks up as if he’s praying. “Carry on.”
Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “Are you crazy? There’s is no way I’d get naked in front of a web cam. With my luck, your computer is hacked into and my brown eyes,” I gesture to my boobs, “and short and curlies,” and I point at my crotch, “would be all over the internet.”
“You are just too damn funny. You have a wild imagination, babe.”
“Hey, it could happen.”
“Yes, it could. Hey, I gotta go get some work done. I’ll talk to you soon. Very soon.”
“Alex.”
“Yes,” he says, our eyes locked on each other.
“I miss you too.”
“Goodnight, babe.”
“Goodnight.”
“Sleep tight.”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
He starts chuckling and so do I with memories of our late night text fests when neither one of us wanted to stop chatting.
Instead of carrying on, I simply say, “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
We have to hit the pause button on college planning for a major campaign to help Keesha win homecoming queen. With all of us egging her on, she took the plunge and signed up.
Now, we’re all at my house with posters, paints, and markers spread across my backyard patio table. Our school doesn’t allow professionally made anything. All posters and rally tags have to be homemade or you’ll get disqualified. Whoever came up with that rule has never used Publisher or a copy machine.
So here we are, staring at each other wondering where to start.
“How about I just spit my game at all the girls and get them to vote for you? Then we don’t have to make any posters.” There’s no question whose mouth that came from.
“I’m telling Shayna,” Steph says.
“Hey, we’re just friends. She needs help handling all this.” He waves a hand over his body.
“Yeah, mental help,” Keesh tells him. “Now, stop being a dumbass and let’s get to work.”
“What do you want us to write?” I ask.
“Vote for Keesha, duh,” Travis says. “I’m no good at this though. So I’ll just keep your drinks refilled for now. When we get to school, I’ll put the posters up. My writing sucks.”
“Dude, listen. She needs a slogan. Something catchy. Something everyone will remember when they see her name on the ballot.”
“How about, Keesha Kicks Ass?” Josh says.
We chuckle. No good.
Travis chimes in. “Better than Keesh licks ass.”
“Come on, you guys. Be serious,” she says, though she’s laughing right along with them.
“Something catchy,” Josh says, tapping his foot frantically on the cement. “I got it.”
“I’m afraid to ask,” I say.
“Me too,” Steph adds.
“We can put a picture of bubble gum on the poster.” Oh god. “Then write, vote for Keesha, she knows how to blow.”
“That’s catchy, all right.” Dom breaks his silence and gives Josh a whack on the back of the head.
“Why is that catchy? Dude, anyone can chew gum and blow a bubble.”
Oh, Andi.
“Dude, I’m sorry, man,” Josh offers Travis his condolences. “Girls, educate your friend, please.”
Travis reaches over and pulls Andi close to him, and kisses her on the top of the head. “Dude, you’re too cute.”
She whips her hands up. “What did I say?”
“He was making a dirty joke,” I tell her.
“About what?” she asks.
Keesh walks over to her, leans down, and whispers in her ear. Andi eyes widen bigger and bigger as she gets the full explanation. Then she looks up at Keesh and
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