“You like to watch baseball?” Evan asked.
“Yeah.”
“My dad has four season tickets to the A’s. Maybe we could double sometime with one of your friends.”
I tried to contain the rush of joy that burst in my chest. “Yeah, I have a friend who would love you forever if you took us,” I said, thinking how Braden would owe me big for this. Then it occurred to me, quite suddenly, that Evan probably meant one of my girl friends sitting at the table, not one of my guy friends.
“Yeah?”
I crossed my arms in front of me, realizing I had gripped the edge of the table in my excitement. “Um. I mean, yes, I can probably find a friend to come.”
He grabbed a napkin from the holder. “I guess maybe I should get your number then so I can arrange that.”
I told him my number and he wrote it down, then tucked it in his jeans pocket. Amber gave me a head tilt that seemed to say I gave that away too easily. But she was too busy talking to know I’d just scored A’s tickets. Sure, I’d have to go with Mr. I Will Impart All My Mediocre Knowledge of Baseball to You, but considering he was hot and nice, that was definitely a sacrifice I was willing to make.
Chapter 17
It was midnight. I didn’t think Evan would call at midnight, but I sat at my desk in my room staring at my phone anyway. I should’ve gotten his number so I didn’t have to give up all the control like this. I rubbed my eyes, now makeup-free, and wondered if Evan still would’ve asked for my number if he could see me now: sweats, tangled hair, tired eyes, and all.
My phone chimed and I gasped.
Are you up? It was Braden.
My arms tingled with goose bumps and I rubbed them. Yes. I switched off my lamp, silently accusing myself of leaving it on for Braden in the first place, then made my way outside.
“Where were you all day today?” Braden asked from the other side of the fence.
“I had to work.” If I wanted to tell anyone about my makeup sessions, it was Braden—but I didn’t want to tell anyone.
“All day?”
“I went out afterward.”
“You did?” The surprise in his voice made me realize he thought I meant on a date.
“No, with some girls,” I said quickly.
“You did?” He sounded even more surprised.
I laughed. “Yes. And it was weird.”
“How so?”
“Well, I thought maybe they wouldn’t like me, but they did.”
“Why wouldn’t they like you?”
“Because I don’t know anything about shopping or hair or whatever.”
He laughed. “And you think that’s all girls like to do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I thought that’s what normal girls liked.” I didn’t have a frame of reference.
“What do you mean by ‘normal girls’?”
“Girls that aren’t into sports. The only girls I’ve ever hung out with are a lot like me. Big and burly,” I added to lighten the mood that suddenly seemed heavier than I wanted it to.
“You are not big or burly, Charlie. You’re tall and strong. There’s a big difference. And maybe you’re the normal one and those other girls are un-normal.”
I laughed at that as I thought of Amber—the pinnacle of every guy’s dream. “Whatever. It doesn’t bother me. It was just how I felt today. Weird.” But not necessarily bad. I actually liked Amber, and maybe that was weird too. “What about you? What did you do today?”
“Watched an NBA classic.”
“Ugh. I hate watching those.”
“I know.”
I smiled. There was something comforting in that moment about Braden knowing me so well. Maybe it was because I’d just hung out with a bunch of people who didn’t know me at all. “Really? You know?”
“Yes. You hate them because you already know who wins. But sometimes it’s fun to watch a game when the winner is already determined.”
“Where’s the excitement in that?” I bit my lip, the smile still lingering there. “Was it Jordan?”
“Of course.” I thought I heard a smile in his voice. Maybe he was happy I knew him so well too.
“He is amazing to watch. That fade-away jumper.” I put my hand over my heart even though he couldn’t see me.
“And those are the kinds of things a normal girl should know,” he said.
I laughed. “In your dreams.”
“Then I should probably get to those.” He stood with a grunt. “Good night, Charlie.”
“Did those count as our facts tonight, then?”
“Of course. But if you need another one, you snore in your sleep.”
I gasped. “What?”
“Gage’s room is right next to yours. I think I’ll get you that snoring machine for your birthday.”
“Snoring machine?”
“You know, that machine that has a mask and you wear it at night and it stops you from snoring.”
I knew he was using his hands to try to describe it and I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I laughed. I did. “Well, you drool in your sleep.”
“Only when I’m really tired.”
“I think I’m going to get you a drooling machine. It has this mask thing and these straps . . .”
“Funny.”
“I thought so.” I stood, brushed off my flannel pajama bottoms, and walked backward a few steps, my eyes still on the fence.
“Today was boring,” he said. “Don’t work all day again.”
My heart did a flip and I chastised it. He just wanted to play ball or something and had no one around to play with . . . except my brothers and everyone else. “Good night, Braden.” I whirled around and jogged to the house, trying to contain my smile.
I stared intently at the shirts lined up on the rack, their colors blending. Why was I having such a hard time telling Linda I had to quit? Maybe because I sort of liked my job. It was relaxing. The last customer told me I was easy to shop around because I was laid-back and no-pressure, but very helpful. I’d never been told something like that before and it felt good.
“Could you re-dress the window mannequin?” Linda asked.
“Sure.” I turned around and held out my hand, expecting her to have an outfit for me to dress it in. When she didn’t, I was confused. “In what?”