I got a call during school. Apparently they want me to host a memorial service for the unfortunates in Chicago. I'd be happy to do it, but I'm a bit depressed by something else at the moment. I told them I'd do it anyway. I can't hardly get through the day, I don't care for homework anymore. All I want to do is sleep. I went home that day and flopped on my couch. I got another phone call. It was Jean.
"What?" I said. That came out more angry than I'd have meant to. She didn't seem to notice it. "Hey Gabe! I thought that tonight, we could go to a fancy restaurant, ya know for more publicity, and I wanted your opinion on where we should go." Hell, maybe? I said, "Uh, yeah, listen. I wanted to say this to you in person, but this is not going to work out." "Oh, OK. We can just reschedule and--"
"No." I interrupted. "I mean, we can't be dating, not even pretending. Look, you're a nice person and all, but I can't live like this. I hope you understand." There was a pause. I heard a click and the phone say, Sorry, but your call has been disconnected. Oh, well, that went better than I hoped. I got up and went to Nicole's house.
I knocked on the door. Mr. Miller answered it. "Uh, hey. Is Nicole home?" He shook his head. "She went to a friend's house after school. What's up, bud?" I sighed. "I just wanted to tell her that, I'm sorry, and that I broke up with Jean. For real." He raised an eyebrow. He said, "Do you know where Racheal's house is?" OK. Random question. "No. Why?" He gestured for me to come on in. "Nicole forgot her bag. I was going to go and give it to her, but I guess I can save a couple of gallons of gas if I have you run, er, fly it up there for me." While he said this he grabbed a stuffed bag and handed to me. Then he gave me a wink after he was done talking. I smiled. "Uh, Thank you." He nodded. "Don't worry about it, kid. Here let me write the address for you."
I am probably the luckiest kid on this planet.
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