“What’s next, Mr. Mysterious?â€? I asked him once we skipped out on work. He was staring at me though. “What?â€?

“I didn’t think you would actually do it. It’s so weird.â€?

“Yeah well, weird describes every time I’ve ever talked to you.â€? I was joking but he didn’t get it. It’s that stupid jock brain of his.

“What’s that supposed to mean?â€? He actually looked concerned. Oh God.

“It’s just that you’re so different.â€? I laughed at myself, actually saying one of those repeating lines like they do in the movies or at the end of books when boy and girl finally get each other. I just haven’t got to my happily ever after yet.

“So don’t you wanna know how I’m going to make it up to you?â€?

“Yeah … just a little bit.â€? I blushed at my attempt of flirting.

“Well let’s go.â€? He reached for my hand.

“Go where?â€?

“You want me to ruin the surprise?â€?

“Uh yeah.â€? Truth was, I didn’t want him to but I needed some excuse to keep the conversation going.

“Well a hint is, be prepared to get wet.â€? Wet? What?