"Okay. Cool," I sighed with relief. "You know, Lindsey's here already," my dad told me. "Oh..." I said in a tone I noticed in a weird way. My dad noticed it, too, apparently, "Why don't you go hang out with her?" I shrugged. I wasn't really entirely sure why I was hesitating hanging out with her, "I don't know. I just don't really know her. And plus the fact, Dad, she's like two years older than me! She's gonna be a sophomore after this summer whereas I'm only going to be in eighth grade." Oh, yeah, *that's* why I was hesitant. At the time, it was sort of a big deal, but looking back on it now, it just seemed stupid. "Well, I'm sure she wants someone to hang out with, too," my dad pointed out. "Yeah, I guess," I partially agreed, "maybe later, though." "All right," Dad let me off easy. I thought he was going to make me go hang out with her, but he didn't. Instead, I went up to my room and unpacked most of my stuff. I mean, I was going to be here for awhile. Then I stepped outside and took a walk. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/36205