Shooting for the goal

Pizza Palace

After Jorge dropped me off I showered, and started eating macaroni and cheese.

"Hey," my dad said rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I said taking a bite of mac and cheese.

"Where'd you go?"

"Fields with Jorge, I'm going to pizza soon too," as soon as I finish my sentence there's a knock at the door. I shove the rest of the mac and cheese at my dad, kiss him on the cheek, and run to the door, and open it."Bye dad!" I say shutting the door, I turn and run straight into Jorge. I take a half a step back and look at Jorge, "hey," I breathe and smile.

"Hey," he smiles back."Lets go!" I say running past him to his car. We slide into our seats.

"Hey are you and Hunter going to Winter Formal together?" Jorge asks buckling his seatbelt."Well he hasn't asked so, so far I'm not going."

"Oh, okay."

We walk into Marco's Pizza Palace together. Pizza has been ordered and served."Hey guys over here!" Gustavo called. Jorge and I walked over, I noticed the 2 girls from the fields were there. "Get some pizza! You two deserve it!" Jorge and I worked our way around talking to people. Soon we get to Carlos and his girlfriend, whose name ended up being Reece. Her best friend was Chloe, both were soccer players. Chloe's boyfriend's name was Sam he is a skateboarder who is built to be muscular but was lacking the muscle.

By the end of the day I'm tired, Jorge and I are sitting in the corner on the verge of falling asleep. My eyes are wandering but my eyelids are threatening to close. Slowly I stop fighting my eyelids from closing.

I'm awoken by being shook, I jerk upright. I'm on the couch, Jorge must have carried me. I look out the window it's still dark outside. My dad is standing in front of me with a puzzled look on his face.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Why are you on the couch?" my dad asks.

"I'm not sure... I fell asleep at Marco's Pizza Palace. Jorge must've carried me home," I say yawn and rubbing my eyes.

"Well he got you here in one piece so I'm guessing it was Jorge."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, go to bed," my dad says I begin to drag myself off to my room, I pull out my phone and text Jorge.

Dusty: did u brng me home?

Jorge: yea u fell asleep on my shoulder

Dusty: o im srry :p

Jorge: its all good