I was glad for the weekend.
It's not that I dislike school, per se. It's just that... I find school easy. And things that I find easy, I find boring. I didn't see the point in drilling verb conjugations or taking the slope of thirty lines. Once I'd done any of those once, I could do it again.
There were two people who made school manageable: Tracy and Samantha. We were pretty much inseparable, both inside and outside of school. During the day, we'd communicate in elaborate sighs and eye-rolls. At night, we'd rush through our homework, then stay up late playing video games and writing fanfiction.
This weekend, Tracy's parents were gone. So of course, Sam and I were spending the weekend at her place.
The annoying thing was that our parents weren't that in to us doing sleepovers. It's because I'm a guy. We didn't have this problem when we were younger, but ever since puberty, us all sleeping in the same room has made them antsy. It wasn't until last year, when Tracy pointed out to her parents that if they thought there was any problem with this, they must think she was into threesomes. We'd all copied her argument, with varying degrees of success.
Anyway, we were allowed to have this sleepover, which was great. Tracy said she had something she wanted to show us. I figured it was probably a new story. Tracy is a way better writer than Sam or I; her stuff can make you fall over laughing or burst into tears.
So Sam and I were definitely excited when we pulled into Tracy's driveway. We continued our argument about Tracy's mysterious thing as we walked up the long drive. Tracy's house is magnificent old Victorian on a huge lot. The only downside to that house is the long walk between the end of the driveway and the front door. It really sucks in winter.
"I bet you it's a sequel to Infinite Summer." This was my latest theory.
"Betcha it isn't! The ending to that was too tidy to allow a sequel." Which was the Sam way of saying: 'your theory is stupid.'
"Okay, if you're so smart, what's it gonna be?"
I'm an ass when people don't like my theories.
"Maybe it isn't even one of her stories. Maybe she found a cool movie? Maybe she found really good fic buried on an ancient LiveJournal."
Those were classic Sam suggestions. She never thought inside the box. Sometimes this was good. And sometimes...
"Or," (Sam continued) "maybe she learned to pogo stick?"
I ended the argument (such as it was) by knocking on Tracy's door.
Tracy opened the door, beaming at us. Then her face fell.
"You're not the pizza! I was all excited!"
"Love you too Trace!" Sam breezed past her, then turned around and gave her a hug. I followed behind and took my hug in turn.
(You want to know which one of them I have a crush on, don't you? Everyone assumes I have a crush on one of them, as if I can't be friends with someone without wanting to get into their pants. It's so annoying. Luckily, as long as people keep asking me which one of them I have a crush, I can keep blowing them off with a "you're wrong about that".
Do they know I have crushes on them? If you find out, please let me know.)
"So, what is it Trace? What's you're big news."
Sam is the excited one. I'm over in the corner with my hands in my pockets, wondering if pizza is actually coming or not.
"Pizza first, other things can wait!"
