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six ; acquaintance

[ six ; acquaintance ]

"Her soul was too deep for those who swam always in the shallow end . "

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"STRIKE!" the lane next to ours screamed in excitement. I, on the other hand, was sitting in my spinning seat, moving it to side until the metal would stop me from making a full three sixty turn. I couldn't help but seem closed off, my leg crossed over the other and my arms folded. I did not exactly want to be with two other couples, as a single.

Dating was never something I ever took the time of day to think about. I was either too young and too tomboyish to care, or I was more worried about what age I'd be leaving the institution. But man, I missed out on a lot in those four years. I felt socially behind, and my love life was slim to non existent. Jackson was gripping onto Lydia as she prepared to fire the ball down the alley, making her giggle as he pecked her cheek. It was really sweet and cute, until her bowling ball made it in the gutter and the second time only hit two of the pins. The strawberry blonde huffed as the couple took a seat.

Allison was good at bowling. Really really good. She had told me beforehand, that her father and her regularly bowled together, making it impossible for her not to get a strike almost every time. Jackson mimicked her, making a strike, "You're up, McCall."

Allison's elbow nudged Scott encouragingly, "You can do it, Scott."

Scott stood up, fumbling miserably with the ball enabling it to go as far as the gutter, sending Jackson into a fit of laughter.

"Hey, dipshit. Do you mind shutting up?," I interjected, knowing he'd laugh when I'd go up as well.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler.'"

So Scott tried. And tried. And tried. And failed. And failed. And failed. After awhile we found out I wasn't half bad, better than Scott as least. When he'd start his round, it seemed as though he had no sense of aim at all.

I poked Allison, earning her attention, "I know this isn't a national bowling competition, but do you think you could maybe... save Scott from another zero?"

Our eyes moved to Scott, standing there, like gum was stuck to his shoes. Allison shot up to Scott's rescue. Whispering something to him calmly.

I sucked on the inside of my cheek, completely bored at the awkward gathering I was dragged into. Lydia's head cranked my way, "Alaska, you look like you're having fun."

I gave a closed mouth smile, squinting my eyes real hard, "Oh I'm having so much fun. This idea was just brilliant!"

Good, Lydia mouthed, not acknowledging my sarcasm. Or maybe she could care less.

CRASH. He actually did it. Scott scored a strike. Allison laughed in awe.

I shouldn't have, but had to, stand up from my chair and cheer, facing towards a shocked Jackson, and yelling, "Ha! Take that and shove it up your-"

"Alaska!" Lydia scolded me, it didn't stop me from clapping and continuing my fits of happiness. She glared at Allison, "What did you say to him?"