Monday came, and Sierra and I had our daily lunch meetup.
“So, Jimmy, I’ve told you about myself, so why don’t you tell me some of your deep dark secrets?" she inquired, leaning forward. "What do you like to do for fun? What do you wanna be in life?”
“Well, no deep, dark secrets here,” I said, leaning back. “I like to work out, but I’m definitely the guy who prefers watching sports over playing them—I’m way too clumsy. Mostly I'm into computers, gaming, and history. My dad’s a total history buff, and I think it’s rubbing off on me. I’m actually hoping to be a history teacher someday.”
“That’s cool,” Sierra replied, setting her sandwich down. “Computers? You just might be the guy I’m looking for. I’m interested in setting up a website to display my art, and maybe one to start a forum where disabled people can talk about how they get along in life.”
“I can help you with that. I help run the school’s website and Facebook page. If you’d like, I can come over to your house sometime and help you get set up.” Maybe this was my opening.
“That would be awesome,” Sierra said, quickly scribbling on a scrap paper. “Here’s my address. Just call ahead and I’ll be waiting and ready.”
The bell rang, cutting our lunch short, but I was still riding the high of getting her address by the time I reached my locker.
“Dude, you really have it bad for her!” Tom exclaimed, slamming his own locker door shut. “I haven’t seen that look on your face since…Katie.”
Katie Allen. We dated from seventh to ninth grade, and what we had was pretty solid, but we had to end it when her mom’s job transferred her to Denver. Yeah, I was bummed a bit, but unlike most teenagers, I didn’t see it as the end of the world. Instead, I filed it away for future reference—a manual on what to do and what not to do in a relationship.
“Tommy, you may be right," I said, grabbing my history binder. "We’ll see what happens. She asked me to give her some help setting up a couple of websites, so I’ll be heading over to her place.”
“Ohhhhhh!” Tom laughed, nudging me with his elbow. “Have fun, be nice to the parents, and keep the bedroom door open.” He winked.
“Very funny.” I shook my head, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder.
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