The (Not so amazing) adventures of Max

Twenty-Seventh Entry: The Story of Almost Asking

Monday, October 9

I'm starting to think I should charge admission for my life. It's basically a comedy show at this point.

Today at lunch, I decided to tell the guys what happened on Friday. I went into full detail about how I'd finally mustered the courage to ask Alyssa to Homecoming, only for Mr. Dreadmore to swoop in like a villain in a bad movie. Before I could even finish the story, Ben was already wheezing with laughter, and Leo nearly choked on his soda.

"Dude, that is so classic Dreadmore," Lo said, still laughing so hard his face turned red. "It's like he has radar for ruining your day."

"Poor Max," Leo added, wiping tears from his eyes. "One step away from glory, and bam! Dreadmore strikes again."

They all kept saying how sorry they felt for me, but the way they were doubled over, practically gasping for breath, told me they were getting way more enjoyment out of it than sympathy. I tried to stay annoyed, but their laughter was contagious. Before I knew it, I was laughing too, even if it was mostly at my own misery.

Ben slapped my shoulder. "Alright, man, you still have time. You're going to ask her before Friday, right? Or are we going to hear about 'The Dreadmore Saga: Part 2'?"

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. I wish I had the same confidence they seem to think I should have. But they're right—Homecoming is this Friday. It's now or never.