"Um, excuse me," one said tapping him on the shoulder. "You have a
sign taped to your back," she said laughing. Brian reached back trying to
tear it off. Being that it was too low on his back to reach, the woman
helped him. "Here ya go."
"Thanks! I've been having a tuff time tonight."
"What happened?" she said. "Oh, by the way, my name is Katherine.
Call me Kate, and these are my friends-Olivia, Melanie, Stephanie, and Kerri."
"I'm Brian…"
"Um… we know."
"Sure you do, who doesn't?! Well, my three friends and I played a
basket ball game, two on two. As you might have noticed, my team lost, so we
had to do an embarrassing 'punishment' in the theater. They threw us out!"
"What did you do?"
"Oh, please don't go there! It's a painful time in my life."
An hour later…
"What time is it, Steph?" Kate asked.
"It's a quarter after eleven."
"Okay, I have to be leaving now," said Kate.
"Awe, but it's early," Brian said making a puppy dog face. For the
past hour they had all been talking and getting to know each other.
"I am leaving for a trip at 5:30 tomorrow morning for a trip."
"So!" he said sarcastically.
"Bye everybody!" Kate said giving all her friends hugs. "See ya next
week."
"Bye," they all said.
"Bye, Brian. Bye, Zach. Nice meeting you guys!" she said as she
walked to her car.
Should I go after her? thought Brian. I really like her. Should I
go and get her number? Yes, I'm gonna go. "Kate, wait up a sec."
"Kay," she said as he ran toward her.
"Hey, um," Brian said. Hey you, that's great, you smooth talker you,
Brian thought. "Can I call you sometime?"
"Yeah, that would be nice," she said taking out a piece of paper from
her bag. She wrote her name and number down and handed it to Brian. "Call
me sometime next week!"
"Alrighty, I'll be seein' ya, or in our case, talkin' to ya!" That
should be in the book of all time bad lines that you should never say to a
girl you like, Brian thought. I am usually not this dorkey around girls.
"Ha ha, um, yeah, buh-bye," she said smiling as she got into her car.
Just as she pulled away Brian heard a bunch of people burst out
laughing behind him. He turned around and all of his friends were there.
They had just walked out from the movie. "Alrighty," Darren said in a
weird voice.
"My favorite line was, 'I'll be seein' ya, or in our case, talkin' to
ya!'" said Liz laughing uncontrollably.
"Your lines are worse than Nick's," Megan joked.
"Hey!" Nick whined.
"Yeah, hey, that was mean." Brian said.
Nick smiled thinking that Brian was backing him up.
"I mean, my worst lines, which you fine people just had an example
of, are not nearly as bad as Nick's best lines!" Brian said making a joke.
"Nick, if it's hay you want, I'll drop you off at a local barn and
you can eat all you want," Megan joked as Nick folded his arms acting as if
he was really hurt.
"Oh, please, Nick, don't pull that sulking routine on me."
"Dang, I just can't win tonight!"
"So, what do we all want to do now?" asked Riley, implying that they
all should go out clubbing or something to that sort.
"I don't know about you guys, but I wanna go home and just hang out."
"What? The night is young, and so are we,'" said Zach mocking Liz.
"I'm with Liz on this one guys, all that singing tired me out!"
"Brian, you want me to drive you home, and you guys take Darren's
rental car right?"
"Yeah, that would be great. So I'll see you guys later, and 'on't
stay out too late young men," said Brian in motherly tone.
"Okay, mommy."
The car ride home…
"Hey, Liz. You wanna watch a movie tonight?"
"Yeah, that's sounds cool," she said. "What movie do you have in
mind? It better not be a Jim Carrey movie."
"Awe. Come on, Lizzy! When was the last time you saw 'Dumb and
Dumber?'"
"It was a while ago! That's beside the point. Jim is in that movie!"
"Pleeeeaaassseee," Brian whined shooting a puppy dog face in Liz's
direction from behind the steering wheel.
"Oh, fine, but next time I get to pick the movie! So we'll have to
watch it at your house because I don't own the movie."
"Actually, I have it in the trunk! So we can watch it at your place!"
"Alrighty."
Lauren M. Elizabeth "Littrell" © 1999
