Worthy (Part 2)

Towels and Friends

Tyler: Youre not going to be lame at my bachelor party, are you?

I handed him a level

Me: Depends, what do you want to go do?

I had completely forgot, as best man, this was my job.

Oops.

Tyler: I dont know. Since you're not drinking, and I know Kim would slit my throat if i went to a strip club. What's left?

I shook my head and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. A number i didnt know ran across the screen. I answered it.

Me: Hello?

Charley: Hey Emory? This is Charley, Dannys mom?

Weird.

Me: What's up?

Charley: Are you any good at picking locks?

I literally snorted.

Me: Why? Are you planning a heist today? Should I pick Danny up from school?

I'm so funny.

Charley: No, I just... Ugh. Nevermind.

Women.

Me: No, what's up?

Charley: I locked myself out of the house and I have an interview soon, and I dont want to be late, I didnt even want to cal—

Me: Text me your address, I'll be over.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and looked back over at Tyler

Tyler: whats up?

Me: My friend locked herself out and needs some help. Can you handle this?

He grinned

Tyler: THATS how every good porn starts my friend. Have funnnn

I rolled my eyes....but....he had a point...what if this WAS a booty call?

I cringed. There had to be a better name for it. I'm too old for this shit.

On my way back to the Jeep, my phone vibrated with her address, and I looked down at my clothes. I was sweaty, dirty, and had sawdust all over me....I hope this wasnt a booty call.

Took ten minutes to get to Charleys from the work site. The house was small, blue, and covered with plants. It looked like a damn jungle. It was pushed out of the way a bit, secluded, but not as pushed back as my house.

I didnt see her on the front step, so I pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door.

Me: Charley?

nothin.

Maybe she figured out how to get inside.

I knocked.

Nada.

I decided to give her a call, when the call went through I heard a phone ringing from the back yard, so I started walking that way.

Charley: Hey, are you here?

I pushed open the gate

Me: Yeah, where are you?

Charley: Can you just open the front door and--

I heard her voice echo through the phone so I looked up.

Charley was standing there in a towel, her hair was frizzy, she had tears in her eyes, and her face was bright red.

I quickly turned around.