“Oh, shut up you,” I told Michael, laughing at the memories that his comment had stirred in my brain. I made fun of him a little in retaliation. “Your first date with Ashley was a total disaster. So, I don’t know why you’re going on about dating like you’re some sort of expert.”
“Hey, I got a kiss at the end of it, so I’m not complaining.” Michael defended himself, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.
“And it was romantic. Only a little unorthodox.” Ashley stuck up for her boyfriend. “Anyway, this wasn’t about our date, this is about yours... with Hunter... in case you had forgotten.”
I hadn’t forgotten, but I wished they would.
“Oh, I won’t be forgetting that fact anytime soon,” I replied. Like she would let me, anyway. “And for the last time; it is not a date!”
Ashley decided no
