I hit the curb pulling up to his house. I shouldn’t be driving.
“Hey, how was your night?” he greets me from his porch as I struggle with the gate handle. “Have you been drinking?” he asks in a fake laugh.
“Why, what are you drinking?” I jokingly reply. I had a few drinks; you know that’s why I’m here. “I have to pick up my friend at the Blue Bar in about forty minutes.” This is true, but she’s only there because I left, hoping to run into you.
“Mickey, I want to apologize for the other night. The girl I was talking to was my ex and her girlfriend. I didn’t want things to be awkward,”
I can tell you rehearsed this by the way you look me in the eyes.“Yeah, well you made it awkward by treating me so rudely.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to seem rude. Is that why you haven’t been texting me back?”
“I have about thirty-seven minutes before my friend starts blowing up my phone so do you want to head inside?”
“I was hoping to chat a little more. How are things with Chaz? Are you two still friends?”
“Ugh, Evan, that’s none of your concern.” I start rubbing his ear and he starts losing the will to fake interest. Shut up and kiss me. He leans in and gives me a kiss. He leans in further as I turn away and lead us inside.