Chapter 6

I got home feeling a lot better. Generally I am against kicking doors down, especially shooting them down. But I had been really mad. I would have scolded Lula later, but her perfect aim had surprised me. With her shooting abilities she was more likely to hit me than to hit a small lock. I was a much more sizable target.

I had caught two out of five FTA's that I was looking for. I knew Vinny wouldn't be grateful, but I knew I'd done a good job in the last few days. I got a beer and went back to my living room. Without even thinking I opened Facebook up. Was I getting used to this? When I looked at my page I had an email. It was from Buddy. It had been sent only a few minutes after we'd stopped chatting with him on here.

Just kidding! Ha ha! Fatty!

-Buddy

I looked at my main page, and I was back to having one friend again. For some reason I looked up Buddy's page again. I was still able to see all his information. Including a status that said, "Bounty Hunters are idiots! Bahaha! I'm awesome!" I blew a raspberry at the screen.

I was about to log off, when I got another red bubble notification. It was a friend request. I figured my sister or niece had finally figured out I was on here. But when I clicked on it, I saw it was Adam Litchfield. He had sent a message too, it had a phone number, and the message said.

Here's my number, I'd like to get together again.

-Adam

I added him, and then I got access to his page. I decided to mess around with Facebook further, and write on his wall.

Sure, sounds good. I'll call you.

-Stephanie

I was in a pretty good mood now. I figured what the hell, I'll add my sister and niece. I sent them both friend requests. I logged out after that. There was still time left in the day to find some more people, but I wanted a break. I turned on the TV, and searched for a game.

I channel surfed for about an hour. I ended up getting a call on my cell. I turned the TV off and fished my phone out of my purse. It was Adam's number. I didn't remember ever giving him mine.

"Hello?" I said.

"Have you been on Facebook again since posting on my wall?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"You might want to," he told me. I pulled my laptop over to me and logged on. I saw that I had notifications. They said that people had commented on my wall post. I clicked on it and face-palmed. Some of Adam's buddies had taken it upon themselves to put moronic comments about Adam's "new girlfriend," my adorable chipmunk cheeks, and how I made them think of Adam's mother.

"Well, they certainly are charming," I finally said.

"I think they got it out of their system though," Adam tried to cheer me up. But then, the status comments updated, and there was one more comment.

"Smoochie smoochie old lady coochie!" the person commented.

"Can I kill your friends?" I asked Adam. Adam didn't reply on the phone. But the comments updated again, now with a comment from him telling his friends to knock it off.

"Better?" he asked me out loud.

"Cute, thanks," I said.

"You're knew to Facebook then?" Adam asked me. "I'm assuming, since you only have 2 friends. Oh, and wait it says on your page that you just joined."

"Really? Where?"

"You seriously need to see it?"

"How'd you get my number?" I changed the subject.

"Your mom," Adam replied. "She called me and I told her you and I hit it off."

"Why would you tell her that?" I asked.

"Uh," he said, confused. "Because it's true?"

"Oh," I replied.

"Look, despite that this is what your mother was trying to achieve, I like you because of you personally. Your mom has no sway in this at all."

"Good," I said. "I'm glad."

"Anyway," Adam said. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a real date?"

"A date?" I asked.

"I believe that's what I just said," Adam reminded me.

"But we hardly know each other," I argued.

"I believe that's what dates are for," Adam chuckled.

"We only hung out once, and it was at a bar."

"I was thinking we'd go to a real restaurant. Maybe see a movie?"

I had to think about that for a moment. Did I really want to go on a date with him? I knew a date would be the best way to help me figure this out, but I had a lot of indecision.

"You still there?" Adam asked.

"…I want to think about it," I finally said. I cleared my throat and then tried to shake my head out of this confusion. "I'll call you back."

"You can just message me on Facebook," Adam said. "I'm technically still supposed to be working right now."

"Okay, I'll message you," I told him.

"Good," he responded. I could tell he was smiling. "Talk to you later."

"TTYL!" I called out. I heard him laugh at my attempt to be cool. I hung up quickly, I felt like an idiot.

I slouched into the couch, trying to figure out how I felt about a date. I already knew that I wasn't sure if I even liked him. But when I thought about it, I realized that if I didn't give him a shot, then I was an idiot. When it came to men, in the past few years I'd only considered Joe or Ranger. And I had yet to have any deep commitment to either of them. Maybe it was time to add a new guy to the mix. Maybe it was time to just be involved with one man. I decided I was going to do it. I was going to accept the date.

I went back to my Facebook, I saw that someone was online. I clicked on the tab, and saw it was Adam. I opened his chat box, and started messaging him.

"I'm in," I told him.

"Sweet," he replied. "How's tomorrow night sound?"

"Pretty good to me," I replied. But I wished he had said tonight. If I was left with too much time to think deeper about this, I might change my mind.

"Okay," he said. The popping sound made me jump again. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6."

"Okay," I mimicked him. But then I got confused. "Wait, you'll pick me up?" I was about to type that he didn't have a car, when the chat box said Adam was no longer available for chat. He had logged off.

"Well that was rude," I heard someone say from behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around, and saw it was Ranger.

"How long have you been there?" I squeaked. I was clutching my heart.

"Long enough to see you accept a date," Ranger replied. I looked at Ranger's position from the doorway.

"How could you possibly have read the chat box from there?" I asked. I myself had had to squint somewhat.

"Good eyes," Ranger replied. He'd had one of his hands behind his back. When he walked over to sit on the couch, I saw he had a beer in his hand.

"My ears are good enough to have heard the fridge open," I said, more to reassure myself than to state it to him.

"Not when you're distracted," Ranger told me. He had sat down, and was focusing on me. "Who is he?" Ranger asked.

"Just a guy," I replied. And before I knew what was going on, Ranger had picked up my laptop and put it on his lap. I leaned over and saw him accessing Adam's account. "Hey!" I tried to get the laptop back.

"A Miami grad," Ranger read aloud. "He enjoys playing golf. And he's 27." Ranger looked away from the screen and back at me. "Babe…"

He didn't fight me when I took my computer away. I logged out and closed it. I took his beer and tried to chug it. I so did not want to talk about this with him.