Christa and I basically made out in my car for out entire lunch break. It was better than I could have ever imagined. I've waited so long for this and its finally happening. She's becoming mine. Of course as we are closing the store Kelsi has to burst my bubble.
"She just needs a make out buddy in her time of need."
"Oh whatever Kelsi. Me and Christa have been close for a while now. We've been eating lunch together everyday for months, you know that! This didn't just pop out of thin air."
"Alrighty Charles. By the way, you're taking me home." Kelsi is grinning like a crazy person.
"No way. I don't think I can handle much more of you." I grab my keys and begin walking towards the door. Kelsi runs as fast as she can and jumps between me and the door. Arms and legs spread.
"Charles, I can't walk home in this freezing weather. It's not like it's that far. I just forgot my jacket. Please..." She's even pouting.
"Fine, but you owe me!" She follows me to my car parked in the lot behind the store. She whines and carried on until I open her door. Sue me for not having power locks. Kelsi is wearing a brown mini skirt with fishnet stockings and converse. Her shirt is real flowy like. She's carrying a big messenger bag over her shoulder across her chest. She has pretty long hair. It looks different everyday. Somedays it is straight, others it is wavy, most days it is brown, but sometimes she wears a bright blue wig. Looking at her now with her pony tail and straight cut bangs resting just above her eyes, there is a smidge of cuteness I've never noticed.
It doesn't take long before she starts in with the rambling.
"So you really think she likes you?"
"Kelsi, I'm not so sure you have all the facts here. I don't think you can be talking to me about this."
"Charles, I just asked a question."
"Here's a question, why do you call me Charles? Even my mom didn't call me that."
"Well someone has to! So you really think Christa likes you?"
"Yes! Yes I do."
"What makes you think that?"
"She said I was cute and funny and she kissed me! She really gets me."
"Ooooh! She gets you...I see. So, like, she gets how you pop your knuckles when your nervous, or how you only eat your reese's whole, or that you like your coffee with sugar no cream, or that you hum the Beatles song "In my life" when you think of your mom, that your art is constantly influenced by her, but you'd never say that out loud, or maybe how you sometimes feel like Zach is a better person than you for not caring about what others think...here's my stop Charles...I'm really glad Christa gets you like that. Thanks for the ride." As she gets out of the car I notice her jacket shoved into her purse.
