absolutely no sense but makes us all laugh anyway.
I tip my head back to look up at Derek. His gaze flits to my mouth and his hand squeezes my waist. I can’t believe it’s about to happen right here of all places but then Carrie’s on me, tugging me toward her and taking a guillotine to my private moment with Derek.
“Okay, here’s the plan. We’re going to go home, take quick showers, chug energy drinks or whatever, and then meet at Lucky Star for tacos and drinks.”
“Who’s we?”
“Thomas, me, a few of the other girls from Costuming, some of the fairies, I think. Derek, you’ll come too, right?”
He turns to me, brow arched. We both joked about heading straight home and crashing as soon as rehearsals were over. We moaned with mock pleasure at the idea of a freshly made bed and fluffy pillows. Soft robes, I’d said, and his eyes had rolled back. Eight uninterrupted hours, he’d countered, causing me to nearly faint in delight.
Now, neither one of us is willing to admit how lame we actually are.
He grins, knocking into my shoulder like we’re two old pals. “C’mon. Our beds can wait. We should go out, enjoy ourselves.”
“Fine, but you’re buying me a taco. You almost dropped me during that final run-through.”
“Yeah, because you were dead on your feet like a rag doll. I was doing all the work for the both of us.”
“Not true! I’m just a much better dancer, so I was taking a break and letting you practice.”
Carrie walks away from us while we continue to argue—if you can call it arguing. It’s what we’ve been doing the last few weeks, and it’s the only way we know how to communicate: teasing, poking, pretending to be friends.
Laughable.
I am Derek’s friend the same way ball boys are friends with NBA players. Hey Lebron! Lebron! Wanna hang out after the game?
In the end, we agree to go only because the other person does. We even pinky swear on it due to my insistence.
“Do you want me to pick you up on my way?” he asks, reaching down to hand me my duffle bag. He does these little things: holding doors open, tugging my chair back for me, buying my meal when we eat together in the cafeteria even when I insist it’s not necessary. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment, so I try not to let it go to my head.
“It’s okay, Carrie and I will go together. I’m sure she’ll want to drag me back to her apartment and force me into some kind of fashionable outfit. Personally, I’d rather just keep this on.”
I’m wearing a sweatshirt and leggings. They’re black, though, so…fashion.
He tips an imaginary hat to me and starts to walk away. “All right, then I’ll just see you there.”
“Don’t forget about my taco!” I call out before Carrie loops her arm through mine and drags me away, just as I suspected.
While I’m rinsing off in her shower, she’s yanking clothes out of her closet. My options are limited: very short dress or very short skirt.
I hold up the skirt. “Where’s the part that covers my crotch?”
“It’s cropped.”
I drop it and the silky fabric falls back to her bed. “Maybe I’ll just put my other clothes back on.”
“They stink. You were sweating, I’m sure. Now just pick something so we can finish getting ready.”
“You’re quite the eager beaver tonight. This has nothing to do with Thomas joining us, does it?”
She grins. “He asked me out yesterday. We’re supposed to go to dinner on Saturday. Tonight is sort of a test run.”
My jaw drops. An unintelligible strand of syllables spills out of me. I grab her forearms, shaking her back and forth so hard I’m sure I’ve accidently dislodged her brain. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”
“YES!”
“I knew he’d eventually make a move!”
She’s candy apple red now and I fling my arms around her, genuinely happy that she’s happy.
“God, I hope I don’t screw it up. I’ve liked him forever,” she says with a shaky voice.
My arms squeeze her even tighter. “You won’t. You’re amazing. The most talented designer ever and you’re really pretty”—she groans—“and there’s no use denying it now because Thomas asked you out!”
She laughs and steps back, chewing her lip. “Yeah, we’ll see how tonight goes. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act. Like we’re just friends? More?”