The next day, we were at the mall at 11 sharp, the girls perfumed and looking good, and the boys with sour faces.
At 11:15, with out any sight of them, the boys began to smile, but the we were in despair. Mandy finally decided to call Nick J.
“Dude, they ditched us, get over it,” Nick N meanly stated.
“SHUT UP NOODLEHEAD !!” I yelled at him, and he instantly silenced. He hated being called Noodlehead. In kindergarten, he used to say it hurt his feelings, but now he felt too manly to admit it.
Just as Amanda began to dial, she was yanked from behind into someone’s arms. She instinctively screamed, thinking she was being kidnapped. But, when she looked up, she saw a big curly fro kid with a scarf around his mouth.
“NICK!” she squealed in delight.
He put his finger to his lips. “Mandy, its Saturday,” he said, “And unless you wanna spend our chill-time running, you might want to stay quiet.”
“Oh,” said Mandy, “pshh. I knew that! Well, let’s just go to Alyse’s house then, it’s not that far away. We can walk.”