Derick.

“Um, yeah. I was just.. in the neighborhood.. and decided to save your minutes!” Wow. Nice save, loser.

He laughed. “Great, I think I already went over my minutes and texting.”

“Yeah.. so you wanted to ask me something?” I asked, stomach churning.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, I was.. nevermind.” I could tell he was nervous too. Oh lord, save me.

“Hi kids! Derick, who’s this?” his over peppy mom barges through the hallway, smiling as if she had just gotten a face-lift.

Kill me, now.

“Uh, mom, this is Christy..” he said, eyes wide and motioning for her to leave. Thankfully, she noticed.

“Oh! I have some.. important.. work to do. See you guys later!”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Pothel.”

He paused for a few hundred years, staring into my eyes, until he said, “Here, why don’t we go up to my room?”