Bowling banter

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"I am going to kick your butt."

He laughed. "I don't doubt that. I really do suck."

Childhood memories came flooding back as we walked through the automatic sliding doors and into the lit up bowling alley. He saw my wide smile and said, "Don't get too cocky now."

Turned out that I sucked more than he did, it was okay though because it ended up being about the laughs, not the bowling skill (which was close to none). We were quite the competitive pair and things started to get heated. Conversations usually went like this;

"I bet you $5 that I can get all of them down on my next two goes."

"I bet you $10 that I can get a strike on my next go."

"You actually suck."

"Whoever loses has to cook dinner tonight."

When I eventually did lose, I jokingly stormed out to his car.


"I'm not talking to you." I said with my nose up in the air.

"That's fine with me." He laughed.

We drove in silence for almost a minute until I burst out laughing. "I just have to ask you what you want for dinner, seeing as though I lost."

"Oh sure, sure. Well, now that you've asked, a five course meal would be nice."

"If you cook that yourself it'll be nice. If you want me to cook, the options are pizza or pasta." I looked at the corners of his mouth which stretch slowly towards his ears. His hair cut short to his head and his lashes long and black. He had me falling hard.

This time when his hand sat next to me, I quickly grabbed it.

Surprised, he looked at me then smiled. "I really like you." I had admitted to myself that I liked him but I wasn't quite ready to say it to him, so I just smiled and nodded.

"Can we please drop by my house first so I can just tell Dad where I'll be and grab my pyjamas?

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