He answered in front of me; good, I thought. That means they won’t be talking about me. I giggled to myself, but so quietly I doubted he even caught a glimpse of what I said. They were talking about hockey practice. “7:30 tomorrow morning, and be there or Coach Matt will be pissed.” he said. After hanging up, he returned to the couch while the movie was still starting. “Dustin-” I asked. “What?” he responded. “Why did you invite over. Wait, that sounded rude. What are we going to do.” I laughed. “Ha, well… whatever you want.” I scooted closer to him and a wonderful night, or what we thought it was going to be, was about to start.