The Make-Up
I went over to Lisa’s house. She answered the door and said that she didn’t want to talk to me. I told her that I wasn’t there to see her. I went and talked to Deacon Cole. Lisa stormed out of the living room.Deacon Cole and I sat in the living room talking. We talked about sports, politics, and other stuff. He asked me about school. I talked about that for awhile.
Lisa walked through the living room two or three times. She would look at me and roll her eyes. Deacon Cole laughed at me. He said, “She likes you. You should talk to her. She has been fussing about you all week.” I looked at him like he was crazy. He walked me back to the den, where Lisa was.
I walked in the den. Lisa looked up at me and rolled her eyes. Deacon Cole said, “Be nice Lisa.” She grunted and stared at the TV. I sat down on the couch.
Here’s how things went…
(Lisa’s words are in bold & italics)
“Watch are you watching?”
Silence.
“Cool. Silence is a nice show.”
More silence.
“Amanda and I are not involved.”
A mean stare, “Why was you all hugged up with her at church?”
“For the record, she hugged me, I didn’t hug her.”
An even meaner stare, “Whatever. You didn’t push her off of you.”
“I don’t want anything to do with her.”
An eye roll, “Why is she pushing up on you?”
“I was nice to her son and she is fixated on me. I don’t know why.”
A twisted lip, “Whatever.”
Silence.
A smile, “So, are you going to ask me or Amanda out for Valentine’s Day?”
That last question threw me off guard. I wasn’t expecting that. I stared into space for the longest time.
“Are you going to answer me? You shouldn’t have to think about it that long.”
“I am going to ask you out.”
Sly smile. “That’s a good answer.”
I smiled at her. We watched TV for awhile. Her father kept walking in and out of the room. I guess to make sure that I wasn’t trying anything.
Lisa and I have plans to go out on Monday night. That was Lisa’s idea. She said that it would be too crowded on Tuesday night to do anything.
J.Widel
posted by Me @ 9:23 PM
