"Hey," I answer. "You done with the band?" "Yeah, and I want to see you." "It's almost ten." "Yeah? So? "It's too late to go anywhere." "We don't have to go anywhere. I'll just come over." "Sorry, but you can't. Amber's asleep and I don't want to wake her up." "She's asleep before ten?" "She had a really bad headache so she went to bed." This time I'm not lying. She got a migraine after dinner and it wouldn't go away so now she's in bed. "Then I'll meet you downstairs," he says. "We'll go get something to eat or just hang out in my truck." "I don't want you driving all the way over here." "I'm already here. I'm in the parking lot." "You are?" I smile and feel my heart beating faster. "Yeah, so get that hot little ass of yours down here and come see me." "I'll be down in a minute." I toss my phone on my bed and check myself in the mirror. I'm kind of a mess, with no makeup on and my hair in a ponytail. But I don't have time to do much so I re-do my ponytail, then yank off my t-shirt so I can put on a bra.
