Waiting Game

Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

Noah

I am the only dateless one in our little squad tonight. This was by choice — I just didn't feel like asking anyone.

Johnny and Ro are going together, Drew asked a girl from his AP Stats class, and Erica is going with one of the seniors from our team.

Tonight's homecoming dance has a 1970s Grease theme, basically a vintage formal, thanks to Rosalie and Erica. I don't mind dressing up like a rad biker dude, but the leather pants I can do without!

My outfit consisted of a shiny leather jacket, a freshly pressed white V-neck, dark pants, and even a red bowtie for my neck.

I unlocked my phone and hit facetime for Ro's contact. Within seconds I was greeted with by her smiley, but sweaty face.

"Hey, Ro! Have a fun swim there?"

"Hi, Noah. And I didn't go swimming, ahem. I just went out for a run and boy, is it hot out there." She collapsed on her bed.

"Not as hot as I'll be looking in the dance tonight."

She let out a small snort and covered her mouth, but we both just burst into laughter.
"In your dreams, the only thing people will be looking at is how much hair gel you have to go through."

I faked a pained expression, "Ouchie. Already throwing digs?"

"Can't help it, you make it so easy! How's the knee?"

I moved my leg around a little. "It's alright, I iced it last night when I got home. Still in some pain, though. How was Daphne's?"

"Not the same without you. It felt weird, even Drew and Erica agreed with me."

"I knew you guys would miss me!"

She rolled her eyes, "On second thought, I'm glad you weren't there. No one had to listen to you talk about yourself all night."

"Shh, just accept it. So, can I get your opinion on my outfit?" I switched the camera around to point to the clothes on my comforter.

She thought about it for a few seconds. "Yeah, that's pretty good. I didn't think you'd be up for this theme." I switched the camera back to my face.

"B-" I was about to call her babe, but I caught myself because she has Johnny now, I cleared my throat. "But why wouldn't I be? If Grease was in this time era, I would be the ultimate biker and heartthrob. Like the main guy!"

"You mean John Travolta? The god who played Danny Zuko."

"Yeah, yeah! Him, that's it. We could be twins, admit it Ro."

"Maybe if I were to close one eye and tilt my head sideways, I could see it." So she did that, "Mm no. I think I should close both eyes. Ah, there!"

I am now confused. "Huh? But your eyes are both closed, you can't see me."

"Oh, I know. I'm having fun envisioning young Travolta!"

"Your specialty is inflicting verbal pain. You're a bully."

"Then hang up."

"Okay. I will."

"No balls, you won't." She smirked.

I had my finger over the end call symbol, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Fine, but only because it's you."

"I win." She stuck her tongue out before getting up to do a little happy dance.

She came back with an orange and white bag in her hand, I got excited. "Ooh, is that goldfish?! I want some."

"Yeah, they are. I'd totally share them but one thing.. you're not over here!" She stuck out her tongue.