I say all nonchalant, looking over at Miesha as she drives down the Ave. I leave out the part about how we’ve been either talking on the phone or Skyping practically every night until almost one, two in the morning. “What?! Lies, boo! Lies!” She gets all hyped, bouncing up ’n’ down in her seat ’n’ banging on the steering wheel. “When, boo? When?” I laugh. “Last Saturday.” “Ooh, you sneaky tramp!” She shakes her head, putting a hand up. “Wait! Wait. One. Minute! Last Saturday?” “Yeah,” I say, shrugging, like it’s no biggie. “Uh-uh, hooker; no, ma’am! And you just now telling me this? Ooh, so we keeping secrets now, huh? Is that how we doin’ it?” I wave her on. “It’s not a secret. I just didn’t wanna pump it up to be more than what it was.” She smirks. “Yeah, okay. You better give me details! And don’t you dare leave a gaaaawtdamn thang out! Nothing!” I laugh, shaking my head. “Girl, there ain’t much to tell. We went to Applebee’s, then went to the movies afterward.”
