Arriving back home, I told my parents about my time at Sierra’s, minus the hand hold, watched TV for a bit, then went to my room and called Tom.
“Dude, sounds like you made a bit of headway there,” He said. “Taking her hand ‘accidentally’ with no complaints is a good sign in my book.”
“Yeah, I had an awesome time,” I said, probably beaming through the phone. “Her art is incredible, man. If those sites get any traction, she’s going to blow up. As for the hand-holding... I don't know. Maybe I'm just over-analyzing it."
If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.
“Anyways, that’s my report. I’m wound up so much, I hope my heart doesn’t blow a gasket.”
“That’s my man,” Tom laughed. “You know I hate dressing up, so give me fair warning if I need to buy a suit to serve as your best man,” he said, almost sounding serious.
“So. are we still on for that round of Call Of Duty tomorrow night,” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“You know it buddy,” I replied. “I need some distraction.”
Arriving back home, I told my parents about my time at Sierra’s, minus the hand hold, watched TV for a bit, then went to my room and called Tom.
“Dude, sounds like you made a bit of headway there,” he said. “Taking her hand ‘accidentally’ with no complaints is a good sign in my book.”
“Yeah, I had an awesome time,” I said, probably beaming through the phone. “Her art is incredible, man. If those sites get any traction, she’s going to blow up. As for the hand-holding... I don't know. Maybe I'm just over-analyzing it."
If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.
“Anyways, that’s my report. I’m wound up so much, I hope my heart doesn’t blow a gasket.” If I was a betting man, I would bet that Tom could hear my footsteps as I paced across the floor.
“That’s my man,” Tom laughed. “You know I hate dressing up, so give me fair warning if I need to buy a suit to serve as your best man,” he said, almost sounding serious.
“So, are we still on for that round of Call of Duty tomorrow night?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“You know it, buddy,” I replied. “I need some distraction.”
That night, I was totally exhausted in a good way, and I slept so soundly, I almost didn’t hear my alarm go off.
The next day was Saturday, so I had a whole weekend to think. Sierra was the only thing I could think of. Was she doing the same? Sometimes the things you don’t say speak louder than the words you say out loud.
My breakfast of pancakes and sausage was cooking, and while I was flipping my cakes, my phone buzzed. A text from Sierra:
Sierra: Hey good morning! What’s up? Me: Waiting for breakfast to get done, how bout u? Sierra: Same-Cya Monday gonna be late 2 school have a drs appt. Me: OK thanks for the heads up cya!
Later that afternoon, Tom and I hopped online for our gaming session. I actually managed to get my attention fixed on the screen, and until eight that night, we had a pretty good time—though he showed absolutely no mercy and gave me a good beating.
Tom stuck around Discord for a couple more hours afterward. We tuned our TVs to the same program and just hung out over the phone like all best friends should. The rest of the weekend was nice and quiet, As I planned for the week ahead, I just hoped that Sierra’s doctor appointment was going to go well.
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