THE REASON, Chapter 3

(To my fans- I AM SOOOOO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG! I got so caught up in my conversations with friends, dates with the one and only Jakey, and sleepovers! In short, I had a busy summer. Heres the long-awaited chapter 3!)
"YOU KISSED HIM?!" my friend Kat shouted. I put my hand over her mouth to keep from squaling like a prep.
"Yeah." I whispered. Kathryn was younger than me by six months, but I never paid attention to age differences. I let go of Kathryn's mouth, and she burried her face in her pillow and squealed like a prep.
"Are those wedding bells I hear?"
"No, Kat, its the sound of someone saying 'He only asked me out! That dont mean we'll get married'."
"Trust me! I can sence when someone's really in love, and Sun, you really love him!"
"But how do I know if he loves me?"
"Well, did kissing him feel right?"
"Yes..."
"Then he loves you back!"
"How do you know so much about love when you're even younger than me and not allowed to date?"
"I have my sources...Okay, dating advise books from my older sister."
"Your sister must be pathetic! No one can tell someone HOW to date!"
"Well, you're right. She's a prep. And preps...well...turn to books for advice. That is, if they CAN read!" We bursted with laughter. I heard a knock on my door. "Enter!" Kathryn and I said in unison. Quigley poked his head in with his head over his eyes. "You ladies dressed?" he asked.
"Yeah." I responded. Quigley took his hand from his eyes, and walked inside the room, sitting on the bed. Kathryn smiled. "Hi, Mr. Quagmire!" she said somewhat perkily. Quigley and I chuckled. "Theres a Travis boy on the phone for you." he said, handing me the phone. I grinned, thanked Quigley, and took the phone.
"'Allo, Travie!"
"Greetings! How're you?"
"I'm okay, I s'pose. Kat's spendin' the night."
"Sounds fun! Listen, I have an extra ticket to see Chicago, if you wanna go."
"CHICAGO?! I love that band!"
"Great. Its on the 31st. Pick ya up at 5 for dinner?"
"Sure! See ya then!"
"Bye." I hung up, and looked at Kat. "He just asked me on a date!" I said. She hugged me tightly, and Quigley left the room, muttering "If I live to be 100, I'll STILL never understand women." We heard him and giggled. Kat grabbed an old cd by an ancient band--The Knack. "'My Sharona'?" she asked with a grin. I nodded. She popped into the cd player, and we listened to that song basicly the whole night.