A Little Variety

Saturday [cont'd].

"Woah!" I say loudly, confused at Pete's reaction to...well, I don't know what.
"Your shirt! I love that band! Where did you get it? It's sold out everywhere!"

I had no idea one, that this shirt was so rare, or two, that Pete was at all interested in this type of music. I had listened to it a bit, and enjoyed it, but I wouldn't quite say I was a fan.

Pete is looking at me and I realize he is still waiting for my answer.
"Oh, um, it's Trixie's," I say, the lie sliding out easily. "She's friends with someone in the band, I think," I say, not thinking anything of it. Pete doesn't know Trixie, and her and Matt never hang out, so it shouldn't matter really.

He looks at me with bug eyes. "What??? Your friend is friends with the band? They have a show tonight. Do you think she could get us in?" Pete is practically begging me.

The last thing I really want to do is spend more time with Pete and Matt instead of just Matt, but it also wouldn't hurt to see him again.

I replay the night we had in my head and feel heat rush to my face.

Matt looks at me and I feel my pulse quicken. Is he suspicious of me? But his response makes me realize he is totally unaware.

"Yeah, babe. That sounds cool. Then we can just chill with Pete all day."

I frown. It's not exactly what I wanted to do for the rest of the day, but I guess at least there's a silver lining to it all.

"Fine," I agree. "I'll ask Trixie and see what she says. But no promises."
Pete wallops my shoulder and looks at Matt, "Your girlfriend is awesome."

I smile at this, because sometimes it seems like I am anything but Matt's girlfriend, so it's nice to see that his friends at least think so.

I pull out my phone and send a quick text to him. I half hope he says it's not possible, while also half hope he says yes. I can still smell his scent on the shirt that Pete just freaked out over.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I look down.
";) glad I get to see you again," it says, and I know we're in.
I send a quick response, "Behave ;)," which elicits the following: "Make me."

I smirk to myself and feel myself fill with eager anticipation for the night's activities.

I find Matt and Pete in the store, and let them know that I got us into the show. Pete gives a me a huge hug, and I finally feel like a part of Matt's little group.

Interesting how it all happens though, I think.