How to Win a Girl Back in Ten Days

Day Three: The In

Day Three: The In

Thursday morning, my alarm brutally woke me up at six thirty. Over the alarm sound, I could still make out the sound of a CD still running in the background. Rubbing my eyes, I turned off the blaring sound so I could make out the background music. Sure enough, it was the Hunter Hayes album that Sunglasses's had given me in the backpack. I fell asleep listening to it last night.

I decided to text Sunglasses to ask why Hunter Hayes was important. At first he was pissed, because he told me to stop questioning his motives. Frankly I was too scared to reply, so I didn't, and he sent another one. He told me that girls fawn after Hunter Hayes, something to do with his lyrics and good looks, according to Sunglasses.

Then I got to wondering what Sunglasses's real name is. Hm. I already forgot. This probably has to do with why he gets so ticked off with me. That and, as Jack says, I'm a moron when it comes to girl stuff.

Last night had been a late one, again. After soccer practice, Jack and Louis ended up swinging by to watch The Notebook with me. Jack told me to take notes, and Louis told me not to because I wouldn't grasp the full message of the movie. In the end, there were no notes takes, and I became increasingly aware that Louis was here because The Notebook is his guilty pleasure movie...especially when I heard him sniffle and fake sneeze just so he could wipe his nose.

All in all, I guess what I learned from The Notebook is that girls love a guy who relentlessly pursues them. Well, not just any guy, though. Even I can admit Ryan Gosling is a babe, so of course his pursuits would pay off after a while.

That's the thing about all these chick flicks, I'm realizing. Sunglasses's and the guys want me to learn from these romance movie characters, but to be honest it is freaking me out a little. None of the guys in these movies are as clueless as me when it comes to girls. They all know what they are doing, are super smooth, and are charmingly handsome – in a none gay way. I mean, I'm not a total idiot, and I'm not too horrible to look at, I guess. What does that make me, just your average joe? There is nothing average about these stupid guys in these stupid movies.

We all stood around Jack's locker after first period, and I was deep in thought over today's events. Sunglasses's hadn't messaged me yet, and I tried asking him what today's agenda was and I did not receive a response.

"You did not just say that," Joey said loudly, causing me to come back from my thoughtful place.

Looking between my friends, I saw Jack shaking his head and Louis looked defiant. Of course it was the usual Joey-Louis showdown. Whenever they weren't in sync, they were on complete opposite pages.

"Look, I didn't say those pants made you look fat. I simply said you shouldn't wash them in hot water next time because you can't afford for them to shrink any more. And wash with like colors, they're starting to get this weird coloring to them." Louis shrugged, leaving us all wondering how he knew anything about laundry. Sensing our questions, he shrugged again. "I have expensive pants, I don't want them shrinking. I did my research, sue me."

This, for whatever reason, seemed to make Joey forgive Louis. "Thanks, man. That's actually I useful tip, what website did you use? I'm tired of turning my nice white shirts pink."

"No no, that's from putting something colored in with your whites. Jesus, hasn't your sister taught you anything?" Louis said, seemingly a bit shocked Joey did not know this.

Ironically, Joey and Louis's sisters are both twenty two, and have been best friends since middle school. They're both pretty hot, too, which has always had me and Jack puzzled. You know, given the fact Joey and Louis are, well, Joey and Louis.