(Possible?) short story compilation

Killing time

My name's Alex. I'm an 18-year old high school senior. And this? This is a little short story of the time I met the love of my life.
It's junior year; our high school band is doing a fundraiser for us to earn the money to pay off our band fees. The fee covers uniforms, gauntlets, shoes, things of that nature. The fundraiser you ask? It was nothing special. A simple car wash. Placed on the side of an auto-parts store. We're here to wash cars and earn money, and, damn, the "supervisors" are really rough with how we spend our time. There's no specified shifts, and everyone has to be doing something so that we don't end up getting in trouble. Realistically, there isn't enough tools for everyone there to be doing something. It's hot, it's early, and everyone is already ready to go home, but they're also way too dedicated to give up. So, as I'm sitting here, waiting to actually get to work with a sponge or anything else that is currently in someone else's hand, I'm scanning the area. A few people are washing a car with what little tools we have, others are at the refreshment station getting drinks, and the rest are in the shade trying to cool off. I'm mostly just trying to see where everyone is at since I am aspiring to be drum major, when one person in specific catches my eye. A girl, by herself, sitting under the shade of the building. Not talking to anyone, not interested in a thing. All of a sudden, nothing else matters. My focus has changed from wondering when my next "shift" will come in to this girl. I approach her and introduce myself. "Hi, my name is Alexandria, but I go by Alex. What's your name?" That's what I thought I sounded like, but it was really more like this; I hold up a squeegee, and I simply say, "Walasqueegee" in the worst Waluigi impression I could muster. However, that alone made her smile, and that smile made my heart melt. Like an ice cube placed on a preheated hot plate. After that interaction was when I introduced myself in the former manner, the more "polite" and "formal" introduction, if you will. "I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam." I left the car wash with a smile, a warm, happy puddle that was once my heart, and a girl's number. Sam's number.
Time passed, we hit it off really good. Hell, it took me about 3-4 months to finally convince her to date me but it was more than worth it. And one day, start of the week, maybe Monday or Tuesday. We had a date planned that weekend to spend time together; neither of us could wait. I'm sitting in my room, playing video games. Sam calls. "Hey, what're you up to?" That voice. Sweeter than honey, more intoxicating than alcohol, more entrancing than the song of a siren. "Not much, beautiful. I have a date with a gorgeous girl this weekend, a girl that I love spending time with. So I sit here in my room and count the very seconds that pass until I get to see her again while also counting the seconds until our date. This girl's name is Sam; she lights my world up like no other and puts happiness in my life. So, to give you a true answer to your question as to what I'm doing: I'm not doing much, other than killing time."