Most of the Time

Chapter 12

Justin was scarce for words. I think he wasn't sure what he should say after seeing what he just saw. A big hole in a stomach. I knew his whole calm, tame nature in the hospital was an act. He has had practice putting up a front. I know our high school football coach taught him that. When I would help the coach keep track of scores during scrimmage, I would always hear him say "never let the opponent know more then you want them too." Justin is doing it well. I have no idea what he's thinking.

"I hate when people look like they want to ask you a question but don't" I say, hinting at my frustration

"I do have questions, lots actually. But first we have a bowling match." He says keeping his bright eyes on the road. "I'll ask all my questions on the second portion of our date. You should start thinking of questions too"

I could feel his over exuding confidence. He is probably the most confident person I know, second to Lily. But for some reason it still surprises me. He was challenging me as I do him. Bring it on then.

We made it to the bowling alley. It was the middle of the day, but their bright neon sign shinning Stars and Stripes Bowling still blinded me against the sun. My stomach was still pretty sensitive from the stress it just went through, causing me to hunch over like a grandma. We walked in to the sight of only people over 60 and the smell of strong perfume and nacho cheese. With my slumped posture I fit in perfectly.

I looked in Justin eyes to confirm we were in the right place. I think the sight and smell confirmed to him that we were. I was waiting for him to say sike, but he never did. We walked up to the counter to get out shoes, I could tell Justin was more comfortable here. His shoulders dropped. His eyebrows no longer bushed down to his eyes.

"Hey there Justin, how's it going" The also over 60 lady says across the counter. "You're back again so soon"

"You know I can't go too long without seeing you" he says. She pulls out shoes for Justin. I didn't even know Justin bowled. This place was a little far from our houses and I know there is one closer. We live in the south. We have bowling alleys everywhere.

"What size for the lady?" She asks him, instead of me.

"An 8" I say interrupting their conversation.

We made our way to the vast variety of bowling balls. All different sizes and weights as promised. Justin picked his ball quickly and begin searching for one appropriate for me.

"So, what are variables you would like me to consider?" He says facing me. Hand on hip. I thought he was joking but his face said otherwise.

"Umm..color and weight." I blurt "No ugly colors and of course something light" I think he liked my answer because his serious face turned into a thoughtful grin. He lifted each ball that had a nice color and low number and looked at my face for approval. After a thorough search we decided on a royal purple ball, so shiny I could see my reflection.

"I'm warning you now that I am very competitive." I tell him

"You're talking to a D1 athlete. I live for competition"

"I'm also talking to someone who was in the top ten of our graduating class and is going to Princeton University in a few months" I emphasize "Did you forget that part of you?" I ask seriously curious

"Yea, yea" He says trying to brush it off as if his accomplishments are not great. "Well this future Princeton student can't play more than one octave of the c-scale so how great can I be?"

"Your right, I am better than you" I sarcastically confirm

"Woah, I didn't say all that"

"Prove it then sir, show your superiority" I tease. I have only bowled once in my life but somehow had more confidence than a person who has played for years.