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I awoke to my phone ringing, but I didn't get up fast enough to answer it. I rush over nearly tripping over my discarded heels on the floor. I check my missed calls. It was Tuck and he left a voice mail.
"Hey Izzy its Tuck I was just wondering if it would be possible for you to pick Joe up from his karate match. I can't make it-"hearing his voice was lovely, but I didn't wait to hear his excuse. I quickly sent him a text telling him that I would and rushed to get dressed. Putting on a minimum amount of make-up on, jeans, a tank top, and flannel I ran out the door slipping on my boots out the door.
I barely made it in time, because he was up for his match. I spot Tuck in the bleachers and I go over to stand by him.
"You lied to me." I state simply crossing my arms over my chest and watching Joe's match.
"I know. I knew that you wouldn't have come if I had just asked you."
"Why do you need me here anyway?"
"Because I needed to talk to you."
"Alright" I sigh "I'm listening."
"I just wanted to apologize again for being so stupid and insensitive."
"Tuck it's alright. I told you I just overreacted."
"So I'm forgiven?"
"You're forgiven." I turn my attention back to Joe's match to see him get hit in the face. I flinch and fight my motherly instinct to go out and protect him. I had a hard time watching the rest of the match, but it was soon over with Joe tapping out. Tuck spots Kate and goes over to talk to her. Jealousy snaked through my veins, but Joe runs and hugs me which draws my attention away from Tuck and Kate. "Hey Buddy! You did so great out there!"
"I got creamed." He says glumly
"You didn't get creamed." He sits down on the bleacher and I kneel to help him with his shoes.
"What do you know about fighting? You're just a singer on Uncle Frank's cruise ship."
I am working the knot on the other shoe when the father of Joe's opponent comes over. He slaps my butt and that makes me stand to look at him. He towers over my small frame and I have to look up at him.
"Pain?" he asks "That's just weakness leaving the body." He finishes
I wanted so bad to show the man exactly what pain felt like, but Joe was there so I just smile, grab Joe's hand, and walk him to the car. "Hey Kate." I smile and wave at her
"Hey Izzy." I help Joe into the car and let Tuck and Kate finish their conversation. I get into my car and drive back to my place. I get dressed for my workout. First I start with the punching bag. I get a few reps in when my phone rang
"Yo Izzy it's me!" FDR's voice rings through "I was gonna go shoot pool with Tuck later and I was wondering if you wanted to come."
"Sure where at?" I ask
"The bar that we love!"
"Alright I'll be there. See you later." I hang up to get ready.
I arrive at the bar and walk in to see Tuck and FDR there already setting up the table. I walk over and hear FDR talking to Tuck.
"Let me get this straight YOU put YOUR personal private details on a very public website"
"Yes."
"Are you insane? Izzy tell him he is insane."
I felt like I was being put on the spot so I grab a beer and take a swig. "I can't." I finally reply
"Why not?" FDR asks confused
Feeling kind of sheepish I tell him "I did too."
"What!?" He yells "Guys we can't just do that it's dangerous."
I roll my eyes and pull over a bar stool to watch them play.
"where are you taking her?" FDR asks Tuck.
"You got a date?" I ask and Tuck nods. Okay that hurt. My stomach clenched and not in a good way. I see him smile like a goofy teenager and that only makes it worse. This was Tucks moment so I just hide my feelings and pretend to be happy for him.
"Don't do that to me" Tuck says answering FDR's question.
"Taking her to Blarney Stone" FDR starts dancing
Laughing I tell FDR "Youre and idiot." I point to Tuck "and you are a cheeseball."
"What?" Tuck's voice got really high causing me to laugh again.
FDR steps in "You're going to go on this date and I'm going with you"
"No you're not."
"Yes I am." I give FDR a look. "What I'm scared for him. He hasn't done this in a long time. This girl could be all sorts of crazy"
I nod and add "Besides half of those girls pee standing up, Tuck. And the other half are on one of our watch lists."
"Hey you're on the site too and I'm pretty sure you don't pee standing up."
"And you would be correct, but I was on one of those watch lists." He opened his mouth to reply, but realizing that I had him there he shut it again. "Look lucky for you we are free tonight."
FDR butts in with "And I'm going to bring the binoculars, the hand cream-"
I cut him off "I'm not going to be a part of that." I give FDR a weird look and he winks at me.
"No please don't bring the binoculars I need a little privacy." Tuck objects. I smile at the way he says "privacy"
FDR compromises and we agree that I am going to get lunch at a restaurant down the street from where Tuck was taking his date and FDR was going to go to the movie rental place.
"One ring means you need and extraction, two rings a cleaner, and three rings means we can go home." FDR concludes
Tuck takes a drink of his beer "Two hundred yards." He says pointing at each of us
"Sold!" FDR yells
I laugh and try to focus on something else other than Tuck's upcoming date.
The date had arrived and FDR and I were in our places. I try to push out the horrible feeling in my stomach. I order my food when the call came. I hope and pray for only one ring, but to my dismay it rings three times. A lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down. "Good for you Tuck." I whisper quietly.
