What's Not to Love?

Part II

"Uh. H-hi Haley. "

"Hi Chris, hi Chris's friends! "

A: Oh my gosh. She's speaking to us! Us! Wow. I can't believe it.

Yeah, me neither.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but, why are you sitting at our table? "

"I wanted to invite you to my house party tonight. Can you make it? "

My mind just exploded. Haley Benningham just asked me to attend her party. Oh jeez.

"Yeah, totally. We'll be there. "

"Great. Here's my number. I'll text you the address. "

I nervously shoved the sticky note in my pocket and waved her off.  

"See you tonight! "

"Chris!"

"What?"

"You said 'we'. As in all of us. "

"Sorry? I panicked. "

V: No shit Sherlock. Anyone within 6 inches of you would've seen you sweating bullets. 

Your commentary isn't helping. Jackass.

"OK, well, now we have plans for tonight, thanks to Chris. "

"Sorry guys.  See you tonight. "

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"Dude. You can't wear that. "

I stared in the mirror at my reflection. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a black sweatshirt. Reggie sat on the edge of my bed,  glaring at me.

"Why not?"

V: Because you look like a hobo.

"Shut up. "

"Huh?"

V: Shit! You need to stop doing that.  We'll be found out.

A: Yeah, Virgil's right. Quit it. You never had this problem before.

I know. I just haven't k-

A: CHRIS?!

Right. My bad. 

"Oh. Nothing. I was just, um, thinking aloud. "

V: Nice save.

Whatever. I can do without the sarcasm. 

"Oh.  Ok, since you look terrible, I'll help you. "

Reggie spent 15 minutes digging around in my wardrobe, until he pulled out a dark blue V-neck and some light blue jeans.

I have to hand it to him, he had good fashion sense. I, on the other hand, have none. 

*bzz*

Haley: Party tonight @ my place, 207 Cherry Grove AVE. 7pm till whenever. Bring a friend! XOX