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Authors: Kels Barnholdt
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“Really?”
“Really,” I say, opening my door. “I think he’s nice. Why, is that what some of your other friends think?”
Andrew nods and we start to walk into the gas station. “Yeah, certain people give me a hard time about it.”
And I know who he’s talking about without him having to say anything else.
Probably people who he plays sports with or people who hang out with Mary who think that you can only be friends with certain types of people. Just hearing about it makes me feel sick.
“Why do you have that look on your face?” Andrew asks. We’re inside the store now and Andrew’s filling his hands with different kinds of chips, cookies, pretzels, and an enormous amount of candy. He’s moving so fast that I’m not even sure he realizes what he’s picking up.
“What look?” I ask as he picks up a bag of peanuts and shoves them in my arms.
“That look like you’re going to throw up or something.”
I shrug. “We just live in completely different worlds, that’s all.”
He nudges me toward the counter. “Not really.”
“Yes, really,” I say, throwing the bag of peanuts on the counter. “I mean, last time I checked no one was allowed to give me any shit about my friends.”
“Hey, there,” the girl behind the counter says, looking directly at Andrew and completely ignoring me. She’s younger, with short blonde hair, way too much make up, and a shirt that looks like something my little sister would wear.
Andrew smiles and the girl starts to scan the items on the counter. “Someone’s having a party, huh?”
I roll my eyes and Andrew shoots me a smirk.
“Not me.,” he says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “My friend.”
“I like to party,” she says and then she winks at him.
Literally, she winks at them. Um, really? Does anyone even do that anymore?
Wink? I mean, honestly.
“I’ll be in the car,” I announce, and then I turn around and walk out the door before either of them have a chance to say anything. I’m leaning against the passenger side of Andrew’s car when he comes outside a few minutes later.
“Thanks for staying to help me carry the bags,” he says, holding up two huge white bags that are overflowing with snacks.
I shrug. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys, then unlocks his car doors. “No need to be jealous, Stephanie.”
I glare at him. “Please. I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t feel like sticking around to witness her pathetic attempt at hitting on you.”
He drops the bags of snacks into the backseat, and I slam the door shut behind me.
“Oh no,” he says, “you don’t sound jealous at all.”
“Well, somehow I don’t think Mary would like that,” I tell him smugly.
“Well, I don’t think she has a right to say anything since me and her aren’t dating.” I roll my eyes and he keeps talking. “And for the record, no one gives me shit about who I’m friends with. I talk to who I want, when I want, and I really don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”
I don’t say anything, not because I don’t believe him, but because I can’t help but wonder if that applies to me. I wonder what his friends would say if they knew he had invited me to the store with him tonight. Or if Mary knew, what she would say.
“I’m surprised you came tonight,” Andrew breaks the silence as we creep closer to Evan’s house.
I think about shooting a snotty remark his way or turning it into a joke but for some reason I stop myself. I think it’s because somehow I know that he wouldn’t buy it or that it wouldn’t work the way it did on Evan.
“I am, too,” I say softly as he parks on the side of the road a few houses away from the party.
“It’s okay to allow yourself to have fun, you know. Just every once and a while.”
He smiles and then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of peanut butter cups and holds them out to me.
“Really,” I say, opening my door. “I think he’s nice. Why, is that what some of your other friends think?”
Andrew nods and we start to walk into the gas station. “Yeah, certain people give me a hard time about it.”
And I know who he’s talking about without him having to say anything else.
Probably people who he plays sports with or people who hang out with Mary who think that you can only be friends with certain types of people. Just hearing about it makes me feel sick.
“Why do you have that look on your face?” Andrew asks. We’re inside the store now and Andrew’s filling his hands with different kinds of chips, cookies, pretzels, and an enormous amount of candy. He’s moving so fast that I’m not even sure he realizes what he’s picking up.
“What look?” I ask as he picks up a bag of peanuts and shoves them in my arms.
“That look like you’re going to throw up or something.”
I shrug. “We just live in completely different worlds, that’s all.”
He nudges me toward the counter. “Not really.”
“Yes, really,” I say, throwing the bag of peanuts on the counter. “I mean, last time I checked no one was allowed to give me any shit about my friends.”
“Hey, there,” the girl behind the counter says, looking directly at Andrew and completely ignoring me. She’s younger, with short blonde hair, way too much make up, and a shirt that looks like something my little sister would wear.
Andrew smiles and the girl starts to scan the items on the counter. “Someone’s having a party, huh?”
I roll my eyes and Andrew shoots me a smirk.
“Not me.,” he says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “My friend.”
“I like to party,” she says and then she winks at him.
Literally, she winks at them. Um, really? Does anyone even do that anymore?
Wink? I mean, honestly.
“I’ll be in the car,” I announce, and then I turn around and walk out the door before either of them have a chance to say anything. I’m leaning against the passenger side of Andrew’s car when he comes outside a few minutes later.
“Thanks for staying to help me carry the bags,” he says, holding up two huge white bags that are overflowing with snacks.
I shrug. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys, then unlocks his car doors. “No need to be jealous, Stephanie.”
I glare at him. “Please. I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t feel like sticking around to witness her pathetic attempt at hitting on you.”
He drops the bags of snacks into the backseat, and I slam the door shut behind me.
“Oh no,” he says, “you don’t sound jealous at all.”
“Well, somehow I don’t think Mary would like that,” I tell him smugly.
“Well, I don’t think she has a right to say anything since me and her aren’t dating.” I roll my eyes and he keeps talking. “And for the record, no one gives me shit about who I’m friends with. I talk to who I want, when I want, and I really don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”
I don’t say anything, not because I don’t believe him, but because I can’t help but wonder if that applies to me. I wonder what his friends would say if they knew he had invited me to the store with him tonight. Or if Mary knew, what she would say.
“I’m surprised you came tonight,” Andrew breaks the silence as we creep closer to Evan’s house.
I think about shooting a snotty remark his way or turning it into a joke but for some reason I stop myself. I think it’s because somehow I know that he wouldn’t buy it or that it wouldn’t work the way it did on Evan.
“I am, too,” I say softly as he parks on the side of the road a few houses away from the party.
“It’s okay to allow yourself to have fun, you know. Just every once and a while.”
He smiles and then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of peanut butter cups and holds them out to me.
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