Hope & Bobby's Adventures

➳ Adventure #1: Part 3: "teaching bobby harris how to get the girls"

It's Spring Break! Yay!

3.

"Thanks." I told the lady behind the counter as she placed a plate with a slice of cake in front of me.

Bobby and I sat in some barstools next to the counter in a cute little dinner he had taken us too.

"Thank you, Mitchi." Bobby thanked her as well but seemed to know her.

"Enjoy." She said and then went to wait more people.

"So what did you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Well like I said back in the restaurant I thought about what you said earlier and I think I have an answer." He said.

"What is it?"

"Well maybe I accept the fact a girls reject me most of the time because I don't want to get rejected again by the same girl. Also it's probably because I've never asked out the girl I really like and I feel like being rejected by all these other girls is like practice for when I finally get the courage to ask her out and she says no." He explained.

"Of course the girl you really like is going to reject you. You're known as the guy who just goes around asking random girls out!" I said. "She's going to think she's just another girl who you decided to ask out. Every girl at our school knows you as the guy who asks girls out, gets rejected, and less than three minutes later is already asking someone else out. No girl would want to date someone like that."

"Well there's nothing I can do about it now." Bobby said and the drank his smoothie.

"Well maybe there is." I said. "What's the name of the girl you like?"

"Nichole, she's in our biology class." He said.

"She seems nice." I said truthfully since I had talked to her a few times. "Okay you're going to ask Nichole out."

"What?" Bobby exclaimed chocking on his smoothie. I patted his back.

"You're going to ask her out and she's going to reject you but instead of moving on you're going to ask her out another way again a few days later. You're not going to just accept that she rejects you and I'll be there to see if I can tell if she likes you. If she does then that means we just have to find a way to prove to her that she isn't just another girl to you." I said.

"Are you crazy?" Bobby asked.

"Sometimes." I admitted.

"I can't ask the girl I've got a crush on out!"

"Oh but you can." I said.

"Why do you care so much anyways?" He asked.

"I'm tired of seeing you asking girls out and I kind of feel bad for you." I said.

"So you're going to help me get with my crush?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said as I finished my slice of cake.

"You aren't up to some evil plan are you?" He asked.

"Nope."

Bobby seemed to be thinking. "Fine. I'm in." He said.

I smiled and extended my hand and we shook hands.

"Okay now that we're done talking about me lets talk about you." He said. "Why do keep it a secret that you're actually wealthy?"

"Same reason you don't go around school telling everyone your daddy is Johnny Harris." I said.

He nodded. "I get it." He said. "You don't want people pretending to be your friends just because your family is wealthy."

"Exactly." I said and wanted to bring up the fact most of his friends only like him because he is wealthy but didn't. "Also I don't really need anymore friends than Kayla and Harvey."

"They seem cool." Bobby said.

"They are." I said.

My cell phone started ringing and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hope we're in the car. Where are you?" My mom asked.

"Oh I'm just hanging out with a friend." I said. "I'll be right there."

"Okay. Thank that friend of yours for what he did back in the restaurant." She said.

"Yeah. Sure." I said and ended the call.

"Your parents?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, they're waiting for me in the car." I said.

"Let me just pay and I'll walk you there." Bobby said.

The lady from before came back and Bobby paid. I thanked her and she said to come again.

Bobby and I then left the dinner and walked back to the parking lot of the restaurant his uncle owned. We stopped a few feet away from my parents car and I could see then watching our every move.

"Just ignore them." I told Bobby when he saw them. "They're weird."

Bobby laughed. "My parents are weird too." He said.

"Do you have a pen?" I asked him and he took out the pen he had probably been using to take orders at the restaurant. "Give me your hand."

He extended his hand and I took it writing my number on it. "Here's my number in case you have any questions or concerns about how exactly we're going to convince Nichole." I said.

He laughed. "You're acting so professional." He said.

I smiled. "I'll see you at school tomorrow." I said. "Bye."

"Bye."

"Thanks for helping me." I said.

"No problem. That guy looked like and asshole."

I laughed and walked over to the car and got in. To my embarrassment my mother rolled down her window.

"Thank you for helping Hope out earlier." She said. So far nothing embarrassing had slipped out.

"No problem ma'am." Bobby said.

"You look like a handsome guy. Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked and I could feel myself falling into the pit of embarrassment.

Bobby blushed. "No." He said.

"Good." My mother said.

Bobby looked at me slamming my head on the back of her seat and cracked a smile. "Why is it good ma'am?" He asked.

"Because I can ship you with my daughter now." She said.

I'm a million feet deep in the pit of embarrassment. I heard Bobby chuckle and then my father drove off.

"Mom you can't just ship me with someone you just met!" I said.

"But he's so handsome and you two would be perfect together." She said with a smile.

"Mom!" I said.

"It's to late now Hope." My father said. "She's been talking about ship names for you two since you ran off with him during dinner."

"He seems like such a nice young man." My mother said

I groaned and had to listen to my mother talk about Bobby and I like of we were some fictional characters from one of the books she reads and are secretly in love. Bobby and I, never gonna happen. He likes Nichole from Biology class and I'm going to help him get with her.

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