“Noah! Noah! Noah! Noah!” Lance yelled excitedly across the cafeteria as he ran towards me in a totally embarrassing fashion. But what are best friends for if not embarrassing you?
“Lance! Lance! Lance!” I yelled back causing him to burst into giggles.
“Did you hear? Did you hear?!” he continued to yell although he was right in front me.
“Calm down,” I chuckled, “And hear what?” We slowly gathered our lunch. Gross, looks somewhat edible, ew, what is that? I criticized each item of food. This is why I bring my own lunch… I ended up with a turkey sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of orange juice. Not what I’d usually eat, but it’d have to do.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! You didn’t hear?! The best day of your life is approaching, and you don’t even know it!” he yelled as we sat down. Lance was giggling like crazy and practically jumping up and down in his seat.
“The best day of my life already happened when we went to ComicCon, remember?” I joked, grinning.
“How can you even be calm when we got invited to Leah’s party? AKA the biggest and best party of the year?!” My jaw dropped. Leah Armington was the head cheerleader and undoubtedly the most popular girl at Ridgeway High. Getting invited to her party of the year –which was this Friday night- was a huge honor.
“A-are you s-serious?”
“Do I lie?”
“Yes!” I laughed.
“True… Would I lie about this?”
“Probably.” He giggled again.
“You know me way too well… But I’m serious! Haven’t you noticed how excited I am?!” I looked over him: giggling at the slightest things, still almost jumping, yelling every other sentence. Yep, definitely telling the truth.
“Okay, okay. I believe you,” I grinned.
“Yes! Shopping time!”
“You are seriously the most girly guy ever, Lance. You know that, right?”
“Duh! But at least I’m fabulous!” He yelled, striking a pose. In response, I merely raised my eyebrows. “Don’t you-” the shrill ring of the bell cut of his complaint.
“See you later, man,” I called over my shoulder as I hurried towards my locker.
***
“Mom? Dad? You home?” No response; they must still be at work. Typical. I walked down the short entry hall into the living room and took a left into the kitchen. Shrugging my backpack onto the kitchen table, I reached over and opened the fridge. I glanced through the food that sounded okay: leftover lasagna, egg salad, strawberries, and granola bars.
I reached in determined to get a granola bar, but at the last second changed my mind and swiped the strawberries instead. I grabbed my homework out of my backpack, an English essay and a packet of algebra, and ran up the stairs my room. At least that’s what I tried to do. In reality, my foot caught on the last step and I crashed to the ground. I hate gravity.
*The Next Day- Friday*
“I think this one would match my pants. What do you think?” I was currently skipping school to be at the Ridgeway Mall with Lance, and he’d kept true to his word about going shopping. He had already selected his pants, white skinny jeans, and was now holding up his 5th shirt he liked –the first 4 hadn’t met his standards- which was a blue and white plaid shirt with a row of buttons rising up the front.
“It looks great. Can we leave now?” I whined.
“But we just started!” Lance complained.
“We’ve been here for two hours!”
