Someone knocked on the door. I set aside the laptop and went to answer it. At the door was a cute, shy teenage girl looking about two seconds away from whithering.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Um, is Billy here?" She asked. Her face darkened two more shades of red.
I tried to keep a neutral face, though I badly wanted to laugh. "No, he's hanging downtown with his friends today."
Her face clearly showed the let down. "Oh, do you know when he gets back?"
"A little after 4. Was he expecting you?"
She shook her head "no", gave a weak smile, and hurried away. I closed the door, sidestepping to the front window. From across the street, hiding behind the neighbor's bush, popped out a blonde teenage girl. They talked on the sidewalk a few moments, then headed off down the street a little dejected.
I would've felt bad for them more...but I was too busy trying to figure out why she was behind the bush.
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LMAO poor girl....I remember those days
ReplyDeleteThe fear and nerves of going up to a boys house...and facing his mother. Oh my goodness, I remember feeling like I was going to die.
ReplyDeleteHaha, did you get her name and then tell your son, or just describe her to him? I hope he blushed as much as she did!
ReplyDeleteI did actually (not the name but her description). He blushed but played pretty cool about it, which means he must like her.
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