Valentine’s
Fools
Chapter 2: Waiting for a Date
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February 2nd, from Guy’s point of view.
There’s a lot of fuss about this dance in two weeks. I’m glad I already have my plans ready. There’s no doubt I’m taking Connie, so what do I have to worry about?
Like I’ve always said; I’m not as mentally disturbed as the rest of my crazy friends in the First Line.
Those Tuesday’s practices are plain evil. Both Muck and Bombay makes us work too hard, so when we’re done we’re all exhausted. That’s the reason why we’re all gathered around our usual table in the cafeteria. The whole team, with a few exceptions.
I don’t remember being so annoying when I was fifteen. I’m only sixteen, but still... And I don’t remember fighting with Connie, like Fred and Cecilia always does. They’re one year younger then me, but the age difference seems a lot more sometimes. Especially at times when they behave way younger then fifteen.
Connie leans closer to me. “Guess what?” she whispers.
I shrug. “What?”
“I think I know what your plans are this year.”
Connie does this every year. I tell her that I have made plans for our anniversary, and she turn herself inside out, trying to figure out what those plans are. So far she hasn’t figured out anything, not even close to what my plans has been about.
“You do? Damn, and I thought my plan about parachuting was so great!” I tease. Connie looks both terrified and excited, before she realizes I’m kidding.
“Very funny,” she mumbles. “Actually, I saw the receipt to what you’re planning on buying.”
This really makes me nervous, because I know for sure I haven’t bought anything yet. “You did?” I ask. What have she gotten her hands on now?
“Uhu,” she nods and gives me a small piece of paper. Man, she’s way too curious for her own good.
“Well, aren’t you being a nice little Nancy Drew,” I mutter. “Where did you get this?”
Connie avoids my eyes and look the other way. I hear the she mumbles something under her breath, but I can’t hear exactly what it is. She’s probably been looking through my room someday when I was out. I know exactly how she’s been able to do that too. Cecilia probably let her in.
Cecilia spends more time in my room then I do, for the simple reason that I share room with Adam. That poor bastard somehow got stuck with her last year. They’re supposed to be ‘best friends’ or something. Pfff. Everyone knows that Adam has other friends besides from that crazy girl. He must have, otherwise he’s just pathetic.
Actually, she’s not too bad. Cecilia I mean. She’s extremely annoying, way too energetic, never keeps still, all crazy, and honestly, I think she’s a bit stupid. But she’s okay. She’s beginning to grow on me, like a bad habit you can’t get rid of. Connie likes her, so I’ve tried to stand her. And I must say, she’s not too bad.
Although when she acts like a raging looney bit, like right now, I can’t believe I actually admitt that she’s standable.
Mine and Connie’s conversation gets interrupted by the two bickering Swedes on the other side of the table. They’re fighting. Again.
Fred gets up from his seat and gives up a frustraded scream. I would too if I had a girlfriend like that.
“For God’s sake, Cecilia, what do you want, really?” he asks with an irritated voice.
“Ask me out on a date.”
“Oh, is that enough for you? No crap about marrying you, treating you right, admire the ground you walk on, spoil you with expensive stuff, climb any windows to get to you, walk through fire? Maybe you want me to lick your shoes clean, do you?” Fred went on with his usual tired sound on his voice.
“A date will be fine. I’ll save the rest for our second date, if you behave well on this date, that is.”
Fred waves his arms around and is almost jumping when he finally answers. “I could strangle you so easily right about now.”
Cecilia takes one step back and put her hand up in front of him. “Please don’t. Who would you take to the dance in that case?” she smirks. “Coz Connie is already taken.”
I decide to stop listen to them. If they bring Connie in to the conversation, I might get angry. If I don’t listen, I won’t hear what they say, right? That’s not a very ‘knight in shining armour’ thing to do, but I’m passive-agressive.
They can argue as much as they like. I’m definitely taking Connie to that heart-dance. I’m not even worried about that.
Maybe I should. But I won’t.
Should I worry?
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