| Chapter Seven- Gutter Ball �So, do you want to talk?� Wade asked, nervously running a hand over his hair as he stepped into Mercedes� room the next day. �About what?� mercedes asked setting her book aside. �Uh, you know, the divorce?� �Why? Do you?� �I�m asking you,� Wade said going over to sit on the bed next to her. �Well, not really,� Mercedes said, looking down at her book. �Ok, then,� Wade said relieved, �So you wanna go do something?� �Like what?� Mercedes asked curiously. �I was thinking bowling.� �Bowling?� Mercedes asked with a raised eyebrow. �Yes, bowling,� Wade laughed at her antics. �Come on, you use to love bowling when you were little.� �I was 10.� �Oh well! You wanna go or not?� �Fine,� Mercedes sighed as she gave in. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ �Now I remember why I started hating bowling,� Mercedes said, making a face after they arrived at the �Bowl-a-Rama�. �Why?� Wade asked. �Waring stinky shoes, that I have no idea who else has worn before!� Wade just shook his head, as he picked his ball up and went to the lane. He held it up like a professional then threw it down the lane, causing it to go in the gutter half way down the lane. �Yea! Gutterball!� Wade cheered. After he rolled another gutterball, Mercedes rolle dher eyes at him, walking past him. �Let me show you how it�s done.� Mercedes held the ball up to her face, eyeing the lane, she then rolled it down the lane it got off to a good start, but by the time it got to the middle of the lane, it veered to the right a little knocking all the pins down but 4. �A little rusty but not bad,� Mercedes commented, as she went to get her ball. On her next turn, she knocked the rest down but one. �At lease I�m better than you are at this!� �Hey! I resent that!� Wade protested. |
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