Was He FLIRTING?

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So my mortal dad came to my volleyball practice (which I just came back from) and when I was on a bench, this blonde, buzz-cut guy came up to us with his blonde mohawk friend.

Buzz-cut Guy: Hey, remember me?

Me: Um...

Mohawk friend: Aw, dude!

Me: Art?  Duct tape camp? (Me guessing where I met him)

Dad: Soccer?

Mohawk friend: It's Joey!

Me: Oh!  I remember now!  Yeah!

Buzz-cut Guy: Yeah, sorry, I forgot your name.

Me: I forgot your's so *shrugs*  It's Mikalee.

Buzz-cut Guy: Mikalee?

Me: Oh yeah!  You probably know me as Mickey. (Nick name)

Buzz-cut Guy: Oh yeah.

Mohawk friend: Wait, what?

Me: Mickey.

Mohawk friend: Dude, Nickey or Mickey?

Me: *sings*  M-I-C-K-E-Y

Mohawk friend: Oh.

Buzz-cut guy: M-I-U-S-E

Me: *laughs* Dude, you spelt "mouse" wrong.

Buzz-cut guy: Ha!  M-O-U-S-E

Mohawk friend: *laughs*

That's all I can recall, I had to go to my team soon after that.  I still don't know, Was. He. Flirting? (Seriously, I'm asking you to comment the answer.)

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