Anthony meets my eyes and I give him a small smile. I look back out the window and watch the people walking on the sidewalks. We were those people a couple hours ago. I fix my crop shirt that has love written on it in what looks like red lipstick. It’s a pretty cool effect actually. But it’s still an awkward t-shirt to be wearing. There should be some rule against what we can wear when living with a boy. A cute one. Who is sitting like, two centimeters away. If I’m not careful we would be side to side.
I guess I should explain. We’re going to see the old high school so the moms can reminisce on the Golden Days and I can sit there, dying in the weather and wishing I was anywhere but here. Great. Just what I want to do. Anthony I came home from the beach and got attacked, basically. They said we would go get lunch and then visit the high school. Lunch. Shoot. We still have to eat lunch. I watch as Anthony’s mom pulls around a corner and into a parking lot. I try to spot a sign giving me a clue on where we’re eating but I can’t find one,
“Where are we going?” Anthony asks, taking the words from my mouth. I slide over a little even though I can’t. I’m already basically completely against the door as much as I can be. The car Anthony’s mom rented is minuscule so even though Anthony isn’t in the middle, we have zero space. Stupid guys not being able to sit with their legs crossed. Of course no matter which way they are sitting they take up three times as much space as the female. Well that’s what it feels like. He’s trying to move away from me too. But it’s not working. At all.
“Dicky’s Crab Hut,” my mom says and she and Anthony’s mom go into a fit of laughter. I can’t tell what’s so funny. The name is cliched and a little more then lame but seriously? Not that funny. But let me tell you, hearing my mom say that was a little more then awkward. I hope that they have memories or something here that’s funny so every time someone says ‘welcome to Dicky’s Crab Hut!’ They’re not laughing like gossipy fifth graders.
The car stops and I nearly toss myself out the car, thankful to be more then a few centimeters away from Anthony. Pretty sure I took, oh, three breaths that whole ten minute car ride. It was ridiculous. I’m pretty sure he could tell my heart was racing an unnerving amount. I think my mom could tell. Or maybe she would just think it was to the beat of the oldies music she was listening to. She and Anthony’s mom kept singing along and saying when they would hear the song. When Anthony’s mom was singing all the words to Love Shack his cheeks when totally red. It was so cute but I’m not about to admit that.
Anthony walks out coolly. He’s wearing a different hat then he normally does. Normally it’s red, this time it’s a dark blue.
“Do you have a collection of hats or something?” I ask when we start walking up to the building. It seriously is a hut. This place looks like crap, like a classic 70s bar where the men smoke cigarettes and gamble. I can’t see my mom here at any age.
“If you think about it that way, yes,” he says and pulls it off, fixing his hair and putting it back on again. I try to figure out what team logo it is but I can’t.
“Which team is that?” I ask and nod towards his hat.
“Minnesota Twins.”
“They’re no where near our area, you know that right?” I smile.
“I know that. They’re a baseball team. During football season I have almost all the teams,” he smiles proudly. Ohmygod, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. He just decreased to about five years old.
“That’s really cool. I’ve never met a person who collects hats,” I laugh.
“Shut up. You make it sound like it’s unusual.”
