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Nothing beats a day where you can relax. A day in summer to lounge around at the pool with a Shirley temple and your best friend in the entire world. Today was one of those days. I sat with feet dangling in the pool beside Lorri, drink in hand.
âGirl you need to get over that man heâs not worth itâ
âI know Cindi but heâs just so tall and tan andâŠâ
I joking roll my eyes at her in disbelief. âMen are shitâ
âSays the one who was practically drooling over that boy from the cafe yesterdayâ
We continue to chat for a while about boys and drama just taking in the summer air. We stay like this just talking and laughing about anything and everything. I just enjoy the time i get to spend with Lorri, my beautiful, beautiful Lorri.
I look at her, the way her skin is glowing in the golden hour sun. The way her hair frames her face with its perfect layers. The way her freckles stand out on her pale body.
Me and Lorri make eye contact, and I look at her with a sly smirk before pushing her in the pool.
Lorri came out from under the water with a scoff. Before dragging me into the water as well.
âOkay but no seriously Cindi, I think we should go back to the cafe so you can get his number.â
Lorri sits on my bed across from me flipping through a magazine.
âI donât know Lorri⊠heâs probably like twenty-somethingâŠâ
âYouâll never know if you never ask..â
I lay back on my bed and think about this boy. Those piercing hazel eyes. That kind smile. Whats his name? What are his interests? What does he hate? I want to know him.
âOkayâ, I smile sitting back up.
âPerfect I know where we are getting lunch tomorrow!â,
Lorri and I walk down West Avenue towards our local cafe, my mind going a million miles a minute.
What if heâs not there? What if he thinks Iâm weird?
I turn to Lorri opening the door, âHere goes nothingâ,
We walk into the cafe and go up to the front counter where we are welcomed by a kind woman. Lorri and I tell her our orders before being directed to have a seat at one of the tables. Itâs not long before we get brought our drinks.
âHey is that him?â, I look to see where Lorri is pointing and am immediately met with those familiar hazel eyes, which I immediately look away from.
âOkay, Iâll take that as a yes. Go talk to him, girlâ,
âWhat do I say? I canât just go up to him, tell him heâs hot, and then leave.â,
âLeave this to meâ, before I can respond Lorri gets up and walks across the cafe. As I try to decipher what Lorri could possibly be telling this poor man, he looks over her shoulder at me with a smile. I give him a small wave before looking the other way. It doesnât take much longer for Lorri to come return but it feels like ages.
âHis name is Brynn, heâs 17, and hereâs his numberâ, she hands me her phone with his number written in her notes app.
âLorri you are an angelâ,