Serendipity

.19.

"What are you wearing?" Em asked as she barged into my room.

"Uh, pajamas?" I looked down at my attire and replied.

"No, silly. I meant to the game." She opened my closet door and walked in.

"Get out of there. I'm not going." I told her, closing the book I was reading with my pencil inside.

"Yes you are." She called out from inside. "Plus, a little birdie asked me to give you this." she said as she walked out and picked up the packet she had brought with her and handed it to me.

"What is it?" I asked and took it from her.

"I don't know. I haven't opened it." She shrugged.

I opened the bag and took out a piece of clothing.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed at the same time that Emily squealed. "He gave you his jersey."

"No, technically he gave you his jersey." I handed her the bag.

"Which he asked me to give to you." she gave it back. "Oh and there's a note." she handed me a piece of paper that had fallen down.

I took it from her and read through the graceful curves his handwriting made on the paper.

Bella,

The last time you wore something of mine, I had told you that you looked great in my clothes. Let others see it too. Wear it. I am sure you'd look just as beautiful in it.

Cheer for me tonight? I'll be the sexy player scoring left and right in the replica of the one you probably are holding right now.

Love,

Nick.

P.S.: I am not giving you a choice. Em's there to make sure of it.

Idiot.

"What's written in it that's got you all smiley?" Em asked.

I just handed her the paper.

"Wow, the guy sure knows how to be romantic." she said.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes. "He's just being friendly."

"Uh huh. And how many friends do you know that give their football jerseys on the day of the game to their so called friends to wear?" she raised her eyebrows.

None. That's how many I knew 'cause only girlfriends wore jerseys. Then why did he give me?

"Call him." Em gave me my phone. "Stop overthinking and just call him."

I nodded and dialed his number. This girl knew me too well.

"I am going to assume you got my mail." his deep voice said as he picked up the call.

"Yeah, your postman just delivered." Em rolled her eyes as I said that. She sat down on my bed. I continued, "I think it's delivered to the wrong address though. Or maybe it's the wrong parcel"

"You got my jersey, right?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"And it had a note addressed to you?"

"Yes." I stretched out the s.

"Well then it's the right package and the right address." he said.

I nodded to Em as she pointed to the closet and she walked into it once again.

"Why?" I asked him. I couldn't really come forth and say only girlfriends wore jerseys. That would be outright weird.

"Do I really need a reason?" He asked back.