7 Things About the Boy Next Door

Chapter 22

"When you look at a field of dandelions, you can either see a hundred weeds or a hundred wishes." -Unknown 

~Harmony~

A few quiet days pass in our household when an unexpected and very persistent knock sounds at the door. Curious, I pleat the corner of my crisp page in a new romance book I picked up the other day and trot down the stairs quickly, craving to get back to my juicy story more than anything else.

Swiping the house key from the small entrance table, I thrust it into the lock and twist it with a click. Pulling the door back, I expose Jas as her soft, baby pink lips curve into a cheeky grin.

Wordlessly before I can even greet her, Jas whips out two tickets of some sort from behind her back and squeals lightly, all her beautiful teeth on show and a shallow dimple appearing I hadn't noticed before caving into the centre of her cheek - probably because she's never smiled this hard which brings me back to my original question of, what on earth am I missing?

"What's this?" I question nervously through a hesitant chuckle and wide eyes. 

"These are two tickets to the Bears verse Wolves game!" She exclaims slowly as if to portray its importance, yet even with that painfully slow answer, I am still at a loss. Bears? Wolves? Is this some kind of sports event I should know about?

Going on my hunch, I state confidently, "I'm not much of a sports fan, but thanks though, Jas," I decline as politely as I can crossing my fingers that we are actually talking about sports here. 

Honestly, nothing sounds worse than sitting in what I imagine as a sun trap of a stadium crowded by sweaty men as they rub against me whilst jumping around like goons in victory, popcorn I am sure raining down on us from all directions. Yeah, no thanks.

Yet despite my rejection, Jas simply has that grin that makes me nervous as to what she is about to say next. It's probably something bad, or maybe it's not. Maybe it's something good and that's why she looks like a lunatic right now, tickets still splayed between us.

"Dylan's playing," she blurts. Yeah, I definitely like that. 

"Let me grab my coat," I answer instantaneously and dash back inside. I faintly hear Jas laughing from behind me as I swing around to the coat hanger and pluck my light jacket off the hook.

"Mum! I'm going out!" I cry loudly into the hall so where ever she is in the house she is sure to hear.

"No need to shout, sweet heart," she mumbles clutching her ears as she emerges from the room next to me.

"Whoops, sorry, but I have to dash," I rush out a little quieter and shrug on my jacket.

"Where are you going?" She questions curiously with a happy glint to her enervated eyes.

"Some kind of sports game," I answer ambiguously, not too sure myself. All I know is that Dylan's going to be there and so am I. When did I become this clingy and desperate? Meh, who cares.

Mum's brow furrows in a confused manner as she gently states, "I thought you didn't like sports."

"It's a recent revelation to myself also," I blurt, quickly peck her on the cheek and slide outside, double checking my pockets for that cash I think I left in there from a few weekends ago. Bingo!

Mum closes the door behind me with a wave and I smile back over my shoulder. My mum is the best.

Quickly looking around for Jas, it seems that she has fled my porch to her car as she promptly sounds the horn twice to attract my attention.