Point of views
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I've had this written for some time now. Just didn't know what direction I want the story to go. Enjoy!
"Mom, I'm home!" called Vince as he entered the front door. "In the kitchen" called his mom. She had a plate of waffles and hot chocolate ready for them, as was their custom. "Where is everybody?' he asked as he served himself some waffles. "Your father fell asleep watching football, and your brother is in his room…" she sipped her chocolate "and" he asked. "And Kayla is in the guest room. Did you think I would let her sleep in the same room as your brother? So tell me, how was the dance?
"Oh it was great!" he replied with a mouthful. I danced with several girls. Spinelli and T.J. made up and Gus ended up dancing with Theresa". "Oh she is such a lovely girl, but how did T.J. and Spinelli make up?" "Well she was still mad at him and ran out of the dance into the parking lot with T.J. right behind her. That's when me, Mikie, Gus and Gretchen ran after them. T.J. told her to wait, kept apologizing and when she didn't listen he started calling her Ashley."
"Oh dear" replied his mom.
"Yep. When he did that she turned around and punched him right in the face! We wanted to help him, but Mike stopped us, saying it was for them to figure it out."
"Well what happened then?"
"He got up, called her Ashley again and just when she was about to punched him again, he blocker her, pulling her into a tight hug. We couldn't hear what he whispered to her, but what ever he said worked. They walked back to the gym and danced until it was time to leave." he said right before he ate more food.
"Well it's nice to hear they are fine. Did Gretchen have a good time?" she asked him.
"Yep. I went over to pick her up and her mom took several pictures of us. Pictures of me arriving, of me putting on the corsage on Gretchen's wrists, of us getting in the car and of us driving away. When we got to the school, the dance had already started, but nobody was dancing with Randle, so she danced with him just to be nice. But later Bob asked her to dance. I think he started to blush during the song, but I couldn't see well, the lights were low."
"Oh really?" his mom smiled knowingly.
But he didn't seem to notice. "Yeah. I know they are lab partners, but it was cool of him to dance with her. I know he's not her type, but it would still be nice if she started dating someone." he absent mindedly played with the left over syrup on the plate.
"Have you told her about your brother yet?"
"No, not sure how too. She's had a crush on him since Jr. High. I don't know how to tell her with out hurting her." now moving the syrup from side to side.
"Sweetie," she reached over- stopping him from moving the syrup again. "She's going to see Kayla at the game tomorrow. It's a little late now, but better you tell her before she sees them with her own eyes." He nodded in response. "Speaking of which, go to bed. I'll clear the table." she pointed in the direction of his room.
"O.K. Going."
As he was getting ready for bed he thought, I wonder if Gretchen is awake. He pulled out his phone and texted her: thanks for tonight, was great. need to see you before the game tomorrow. call me in the morning.
And went to bed.
Several blocks away an already sleeping Gretchen had turned her cell off and wouldn't get the text until it after the game.
Next day:
It was the same as before any another game. Breakfast, practice with the team, lunch, and then wait till the game started. Nobody was allowed in the gym until 2pm. Gretchen arrived right then to set up for the school's radio booth. She had turned on her cell, but had not read any of her text messages yet, she was too worried about the game. Would the guys win? She hoped so. She had wanted to be at the mornings practice, but couldn't get in: only players and coaches could be in the gym.
But part of her nervousness was not from the game, but who she would see at the game. The last time she saw Chad was thanksgiving: when they ran into each other at the store. He told her he had something important to tell her. But she never found out what it was; she went out of town that evening. She was busy thinking, that she didn't notice the pair of brown eyes staring at her.
There she was, just sitting at the booth waiting for the game to start. And she was blushing! Was she thinking of him? Look away Bob, just look away. Just cause the had danced together last night didn't mean anything. Or did it? Of course not! But still, he had held her so close he could smell her shampoo. Ok, when I win tonight I'll take her out to celebrate! Yes, good plan. But what if she went out with Vince? They are just friends, just friends. He told himself. They went to the dance as friends. He danced with other girls and she danced with other guys.
He didn't notice when Dave came up to him. "He man, you felling ok?" he asked Bob.
"Yeah. Why do you say that?" Bob replied. "I heard you talking to yourself and your face was red. Sure you feel ok? Don't tell me you're coming down with something right before the big game!" Dave's voice had started to get higher.
"No, no. Just nervous" he said thoughtfully "nothing that will stop us from winning State."
Well that's all for now…..hoped ya'll liked it! Tell me what ya'll thought of it- where you want the story to go. I still don't know what direction to go from here, so any tips would help! Till next time!