She looked over to the window, half knowing what she was going to see. She
lifted the window opened and looked down at Jess.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey. So, whatcha doing?"
"Organizing my CDs. What are you doing? Taking a walk?"
"No, I came to pick you up."
"What for?"
"Your 100% bona fide road trip."
"My what?"
"You said you wanted to go on a road trip. I'm your ride."
"Jess, stop being silly. You're making fun of me." She sat back down on the bed.
"I'm not being silly. I'm not making fun of you. I'm being serious." He stepped to the side so she could come out the window to join him. She stayed where she was on her bed.
"But. . . but. . . there was no plan!"
"Rory," he said patronizingly, slowly, as if he were speaking to a small child or someone who didn't speak English well. He reached for the half- opened window, opened it, and hoisted himself in, "I'm sorry, may I?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Look. The whole point of the road trip that you described is the spontenaity." He gestured to himself and to the car outside. "Spontenaity."
"But, I'm only on spring break. If we wait until summer, we'll have more time! We'll have time to plan, to find road maps. . ."
Jess nodded. "As you wish," Jess sais with a half smile. His smile looked dejected, but not surprised as he turned back to the opened window.
"I'll see you around," he said to Rory, who was still sitting on her bed. He put one foot out the window and prepared to jump to the ground.
"Give me ten minutes to pack."
Now he looked surprised.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey. So, whatcha doing?"
"Organizing my CDs. What are you doing? Taking a walk?"
"No, I came to pick you up."
"What for?"
"Your 100% bona fide road trip."
"My what?"
"You said you wanted to go on a road trip. I'm your ride."
"Jess, stop being silly. You're making fun of me." She sat back down on the bed.
"I'm not being silly. I'm not making fun of you. I'm being serious." He stepped to the side so she could come out the window to join him. She stayed where she was on her bed.
"But. . . but. . . there was no plan!"
"Rory," he said patronizingly, slowly, as if he were speaking to a small child or someone who didn't speak English well. He reached for the half- opened window, opened it, and hoisted himself in, "I'm sorry, may I?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Look. The whole point of the road trip that you described is the spontenaity." He gestured to himself and to the car outside. "Spontenaity."
"But, I'm only on spring break. If we wait until summer, we'll have more time! We'll have time to plan, to find road maps. . ."
Jess nodded. "As you wish," Jess sais with a half smile. His smile looked dejected, but not surprised as he turned back to the opened window.
"I'll see you around," he said to Rory, who was still sitting on her bed. He put one foot out the window and prepared to jump to the ground.
"Give me ten minutes to pack."
Now he looked surprised.
