BFF over BF?

Chapter 6

Jay

“Who was that?,” my mom says.

“No one, just a neighbor asking for sugar”.

“Mmmhm,” she says with an accusatory glance, sipping her tea.

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“Come on,” I say, rolling the dice. “Aw man,” I say, putting my piece into jail. “I don’t have a get out of jail free card”.

“Aw, that’s too bad,” my mom says, buying another property.

“I’m probably gonna lose anyways, I have less money and properties than both of you,” I say. Grandma rolls the dice and lands on my property, “Lets go!,” I practically yell as she hands me $200.

I pay $50 and roll a 12 and move my piece to the chance space. “I get to collect $100 from the bank,” I say in excitement as I go to collect the money, the bell rings. “Hold on, I’ll go answer it,” I say, putting down my money.

I open the door and the neighbor girl is standing there. “Hi!,” she says enthusiastically, “Wanna hang out right now?. My friends and I are going bowling”.

“Sure,” I say, “Let me grab my coat”.

“Mom, Grandma, Is it okay if I go out with some friends?, I ask.

“That’s fine, where are you going though,” my mom asks.

“We're going bowling”.

“Have fun,” my mom yells from the table as I close the door. “Your mom seems cool,” says the girl, whose name I still don’t know. “Yeah,” I say, “By the way, I never got your name”.

“How could I be so stupid,” she whispers to herself, I assume (I’ll just act like I didn’t hear her). “I’m Claire,” she says. “I’m Jay”.

“Anything else Important we forget?,” she asks sarcastically.

“Not unless one of us is secretly a member of a band, or maybe part of a cult,” I say with a silly face. Claire giggles and says, “Not that I’m aware of”. I wonder what Sophie is doing right now, Is she laughing too?. Claire thinks we should get going. We start to the bowling alley, which is only about a mile away.

“So… are you single?,” she asks with a curious glance.

“I guess,” I say, looking at my feet thinking about how I’d fallen for someone I can never have.

*Claire’s pov*

I walk next door and ask for some sugar, saying we’d run out.

When he comes back with a cup of sugar I thank him and go to leave. I stop for a second and as I turn to face him I say, “I've never seen you around here, are you visiting?”.

“I’m visiting my grandma, we've been coming since I was little,” he says with a shrug. “Oh, ok,” I say, pausing again. “Do you wanna hang out sometime?,” I ask, hoping to god not to get rejected on the spot.

“I’m here for two weeks,” he says smiling softly, “So sure, we can hang out”.

“Ok, I live next door sooo, I’ll see you around”.

I turn, as I hear the door shut I smile a wide, goofy smile.

I run into my house and shut the door with a smile. I dump the sugar in our sealed sugar tub.

I plop on my bed with a shriek of excitement.

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The next day, I get dressed and look at my phone. I’ll wait a few hours before I go over.

Honestly, when I said I’d never seen him I was lying. I remember every time I’d ever seen him. I’d been in love with him since the first time I saw him.

I walk over and ring the doorbell. When he answers he’s in a casual outfit and wearing glasses. He looks like an angel, cast from heaven to live among the ordinary.

“Hi!,” I say, radiating joy. “Wanna hang out right now?. My friends and I are going bowling”.

“Sure, let me grab my coat,” he says, closing the door.

After a few minutes he finally comes out. The sunlight shines on him, how could the heavens abandon such a beautiful creature. “Have fun,” Someone from inside yells.

“Your mom seems cool”.

“Yeah,” he says with a far off look.

He asks for my name, “How could I be so stupid,” did I say that out loud, I hope for the sake of him not thinking I’m insane that I didn’t.

He tells me his name.

When we get over my embarrassment, we start walking. “So…are you single?,” I ask, glancing sideways at him. “ I guess,” he says looking down.

“I’m sorry, I was just wondering why such a cute guy hasn’t been swept up,” I say embarrassed. He chuckles. “-hie doesn’t seem to think so,” he says under his breath so low that I’d had to strain to hear.

“I’m sorry, I just thought you’re cute, you’re pretty funny too”.