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"What are you going to do?" Kim asked me.
"Maybe get her a card or something."
"But this is your MOM we're talking about! You should get her something special, especially since you said she's been working extra hard this year." Kim cries out. It is true, the recession has been pretty rough on my mom's job. "She only get's one birthday, make it a good one for her."
What she means is, my whole family believe my mother is cursed with bad luck. Ever since her fifth birthday party, she has never had a good birthday. On her tenth birthday, the were kids puking because all of the food was undercooked. Sweet Sixteen was spent in the hospital after her boyfriend's other girlfriend crashed the party. Two years later, everyone got so drunk that no one remembered much, nothing but waking up next to someone random on the party room table of the skating rink. A few months before her party came Gracious Sitara O'Harety (your welcome for giving you my presence).
"I guess your right. We can only pray that it does't burst into flames!" I say. You may think it's a joke, but we're dead serious. It has happened before.
"Anyway," Kim says. "let's talk about something else. What are you going to wear for your date on Friday?"
Oh yeah. "I don't remember the details much. Can you recap?" I ask sheepishly. Outburst in 3..2...
...
huh. Guess I was-
"What do you mean you don't remember? You've been wanting him since we got into high school and when he finally does ask you out, you just forget?!" Looks like I spoke too soon.
"I was kind of distracted okay!"
"Fine, but I was only there for the end of it. He asked you to the movies at six next Friday"
"EEK! THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!" I squeal. I just needed clarification that I wasn't the only one that heard him.
"I know! Now what are you going to wear?" Kim asked, just as excited as me.
After a few hours, we pick an outfit. It says "I'm cool" while avoiding "I'm desperate". It was a pair of short shorts and a light pink graphic t-shirt. (I would never wear something like this. Those 'pants' don't even cover you legs!). We went down to have dinner and did regular stuff (Watching movies, playing cards,) until we came to gossiping.
"I am serious, if you and Jack don't get together soon I think my head will burst!" I say after laughing about her assumption. "You both are too dense to see that He. Likes. You!"
"I just... ugh." she responds, brushing her hair back with one hand. Hm. Where have I seen that before? "I don't want to-"
"Ruin the friendship?" i finish for her.
"Well, yeah."
"This is crazy. You two are like the same person! It would be absurd, ludicrous even if he rejected you. " I exclaim.
"I wouldn't say that..."
"Kim. You're running your hand through your hair. That's Jack's thing." I point out, and she stops in mid-action before practically yanking it out of her head . "Just admit it to him already!"
"Fine! I'll do it!"
"Thank You!"
"Eventually!"
"NO!"
"I'm not ready yet, Grace! Let me be." She whined, flopping back on my bed.
"Such a baby." I say, also flopping back next to her on the bed. She turns the light off and we both begin to yawn.
"You know," Kim yawns, "you've been acting weird lately."
Now it's my turn to yawn. "How so?"
"You seem more out of it than normal."
"Yeah, so?"
"Could it do because of him?"
"Who?"
"You know, Jerry..." I can hear the smirk in her face.
"You mean the weird guy with the thick eye brows." Good thing I went to acting camp last year, or else she would notice. Why am I so nervous?
"Yeah. Him." She said bluntly. "What do you think about him?"
Crap, what if she finds out?! Wait- finds out what? What am I even saying?
"He's...okay I guess." I say tiredly. My voice is becoming more hoarse as the world begins to darken around me.
"Well he seems pretty weird to me. Too jumpy." she whispers. "I only wish Jack would pay attention to me like that." and with that she slept silently. I can feel myself chuckle at the girl,' last words.
She is such a hopeless case.
Wait, what did she mean by that? He doesn't really pay any mind to me, we haven;t even spoken all year! He can't possibly like me like that right?
Great. There goes my night's sleep.