Happy Ending

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Many blissful weeks had gone by, all enunciated by a single person.

"Hey Linda!" James said, sitting down to our usual table during lunch hour. "Anything new?"

"New homework" I replied. "Old bullshit"

He laughed. "So, the usual?" he asked

"Pretty much" I replied. "Anything new with you?"

This was pretty much how our daily conversations went. They found a real topic soon, but they all started that way.

"Actually" James said "I have a question for you."

"Okay" I said, a little suspicious of what he could devise. "What is it?"

"Well, uh" he said "I...Don't really know how to ask this...but..." he took a deep breath "Linda, will you go out with me?"

"What?" I asked, startled by his question. "Huh? Wh-hu why?" I could feel myself blushing violently.

He looked down at the table, and through his hair I could see his blushing as well. "Linda" he said. "You're strong and brave and amazing. Please, will you be my girlfriend?"

"I-eh-I-I don't know what to say" I stuttered. of course i wanted to go out with him. he was attractive and funny and nice and...I took a deep breath and said "yes"

"Really?" he asked?

"yes." I said. "If you can stand me, I'll be your girlfriend."

We were both the same shade of red, and had matching grins.

"But wait" I said, turning away. "We can never meet."

"why-"

"Dad" I replied, cutting him off. "He would never allow it"

"I was going to say" he said "why don't I help you. We can finish quickly and have time for us."

"But what if he comes home while were together? And even if we leave, what if he comes home when I'm gone?"

"True" he said, and got a thinking look on his face.

"Wait" I said "I may have an idea."

"Really?" he asked "what is it?"

"Weekends" I said. "He...leaves on weekends. I stay in my room, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know that I'm up there. When he leaves, I could too.

"Ok, so, Saturday?" James asked "pleasepleaseplease?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes" I said. "I will go out with you."

"Thank you!" he said, and jumped up from his seat. He handed me something. It was a phone.

"Huh?" I said, thoroughly confused.

"It's my old phone. It still works. I want you to have it"

"No way" I said. "I mean, I couldn't."

"Please" he said. "We can use it to communicate."

"okay." I said. "But umm, how do you use it?"

He laughed and spent the remainder of the lunch period showing me how to text, call, and play Tetris.