Records, Burgers, & Love

Catherine

I'm just chilling in the living room while Jackie is taking a shower. I'm listening to "Major Tom" by Peter Schilling, which is an AWESOME song! I quietly hum it to myself.

Suddenly, I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I think I jumped a foot into the air! "Carl! You startled me!" I exclaim.

"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to chat," he says shyly.

"Oh, cool! So, what's up?" I say politely.

"Nothing much. It's getting late, isn't it?" he says while adjusting his blonde bangs.

"Yeah, it is. I'm about ready to go to bed."

"Yeah, me too." There is a temporary lull in the conversation.

"So, uhh, what's with the man bun?" It's a question that I've always wanted to ask him.

"Oh, this thing? Well, actually, umm, when I was a kid, it was a really weird dream I had. I wanted to be a samurai and all that other crap. And it went away, but one day, I had my hair grown out, and I had to put my hair up. I put it up in a bun, and it actually looked good on me, so I was like, you know what? I'm gonna rock this thing!"

I practically choke on my laughter. "Well, it's good to have your own thing!"

"Yeah, I know." That was kind of cocky, but whatever.

"It makes you special."

"So, uhh, what's the story with the glasses?" Is he serious? My glasses?

"Uhh, well, in fifth grade, my vision was awful, and I didn't notice. The school nurse sent home a note, and she's like, 'You need glasses. You're blind.' I haven't really bothered to get contacts yet, but soon I will."

"Well, the glasses look good on you. I'm gonna head off to bed, so goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He reaches out his hand, and I explode with excitement! He's going to touch my shoulder! But then he brings up a fist, and waits for me to bro-fist him. My hopes fell right out of me.