Fifteen

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When I pulled into the parking lot, Tori was talking to the same boy as yesterday. He was tall and had some football gear on.

He had long dark hair and was holding a football helmet.

I forgot it was Friday, and there were football games going on tonight.

Tori spotted me, holding an odd look as she said bye and walked over. "Where did you get a truck?" She threw her bag into the back and climbed in.

"I've had it for a while. I needed to get something." We left and went to Ikea. I wanted to ask Tori about her day and the boy, but I didn't want her to be madder at me.

When we stopped, she looked up from her phone and looked at me in confusion. "Why are we here?" I motioned for her to come with and we went inside.

It took longer than it should've to find the mirrors, and I had to call Tyler to measure the wall in the basement, but we finally made our purchase and had an employee help me load them into the truck.

Tori was confused the entire time over the mirrors and why I needed them but didn't say anything.

When we got home, Tyler helped me bring them in and put them up in the basement. Jenna watched us and gave us advice.

By the time we finished, it was well after seven, and Jenna ordered pizza for us.

Tyler went upstairs while I put stuff away and I heard footsteps on the stairs and expected Jenna to tell me the pizza was here.

Instead, I heard Tori say, "what did you do down here?" I looked over at her while she was taking everything in.

My drumset was pushed to a corner instead of being in the middle and there were mirrors with barres (that's what the Ikea employee told me they were called) attached to them.

I walked over to Tori and kneeled in front of her. "Look, first I would like to apologize for listening in on your conversation. I didn't mean to and I hope you can forgive me," I stood back up and motioned towards the mirror.

"Second, I don't want to force you to decide if you wanted to dance again, so I made some room for you down here to do whatever. If you'd actually like to sign up for classes, I will gladly let you."

She looked around and then at me. I was scared she was going to hate it, but I was proven wrong when she hugged me.

"Thank you." I smiled and wrapped my arms around her.

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