Something Stupid

Apparently I'm the Debate Queen?

I woke up early for a weekend the next morning. I checked my phone and saw it was 8:51am. Nine minutes before I'd get an email from Lance.

I stretched briefly before getting out of bed because I always slept uncomfortably. It made for the worst shoulder and back pain.

I passed by my mirror and was shocked to find some actually decent natural hair. I silently thanked my good karma before walking downstairs to make myself the much needed coffee. I skipped out on making breakfast because I might be hoping to go with Lance and his friends. Maybe just a little bit.

It didn't used to be so quiet on the weekends. After my mom died, that's mainly the one thing that really changed. They used to always make a huge breakfast together on Saturday mornings and I understood why dad didn't want to do that anymore.

He mostly just went for a run on Saturday mornings now and I usually had the house to myself for a few hours. It was a good unwinding from being around people and having loads of work during the week.

At precisely 8:59am, I went back upstairs. I sat waiting with my laptop open to my email until I heard the ding signifying new mail.

Quickly opening and reading the email, I sat there stunned. I didn't make round one? Not to sound cocky or anything, but I didn't see how that was possible.

Still in my pajamas, I got up and was just about to go confront Lance on this decision of his before my email dinged again.

I went back to my open laptop and saw it was another email from Lance.

Just kidding! You made it, ninja. Hope I didn't scare you too much. Round Two info will be emailed out later this evening.

I smiled to myself. What a weirdo he is.

Not surprisingly, when I went to check my phone I found a text message from his number, I'm assuming.

I'll pick you up at 10:15. We're going to Give Me A Break's. I'm paying for you, no arguing. That is, you still want to go?

I quickly responded.

I was literally just about to walk over there IN MY PAJAMAS. You are so paying, no argument needed.

I started to get ready, not expecting a reply. I got one.

Darn. That would've been a sight to see.

I raised my eyebrows. A sight to see?

Are you implying something?

I rolled my eye at his next response.

Just that it would've been a great yearbook picture...

I stopped replying then and started to get ready. It wouldn't take too long since I normally wore a minimal amount of makeup and always wore my hair natural on the weekends.

Admittedly, I was very nervous for this breakfast thing. To new people, I bet I came off as rude and vain even though I'm really quiet and shy. That's why I hate first impressions. Because they're always wrong.

I wasn't going to be shy this time though. I was going to try my best to be bold, friendly, and outgoing. I was tired of worrying about what others thought of me. It was time to just be me.

After getting ready, Lance promptly arrived at 10:15am.

"You suck," I said to him, as soon as I sat down in the passenger seat.

He laughed. "Well, good morning to you too. I'm doing great, how bout you?"

I looked at him. "Oh, c'mon," He continued. "You didn't actually believe that first email, did you?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Oh my gosh, you did! That'd be the biggest mistake of my high school career."