The Three Musketeers, that’s what they called us. Steve, Greg and I went always went to lunch at the mall. I always picked up a cheeseburger, side salad and large Coke from McDonald’s. Steve always brought his lunch with him, and Greg picked a different fast food place every day.
On that Monday, we talked about the weekend. I took a chug from my Coke and Steve asked, “You go out with Lisa again?”
“Yeah. She had a movie she wanted to watch. Then she wanted something to eat.”
“You guys go out ever weekend, don’t you?” Greg just grinned as he asked that. “And during the week too, right?”
I shrugged, “Yeah.”
They laughed, but I didn’t know why. Steve asked another question, “How long have you known her?”
“We met in our freshman year.”
“Dude,” Greg was still grinning, “That’s like, eight years now!”
Steve looked at Greg, and winked as he said, “They’re friends.”
Steve started laughing too, “She just bought a townhouse, didn’t she?”
It was Greg’s turn, “And she’s been shopping for house stuff, like a washer and dryer, a fridge, and furniture?”
I nodded again.
Then it was Steve’s turn, “And she takes you with her when she goes to shop for that stuff?”
I nodded again. My cheeseburger was almost finished. I took another chug of my Coke. “Yeah. The sales people are so funny. They always ask me if they can help me. I just point at her and tell them she’s the one shopping. They just nod their heads, smile, and then go help her.”
I didn’t know why the two of them were laughing. Greg continued, “She make you try on the sofa and the bed?”
“Yeah, try on. Like you had to sit on the sofa, maybe even lie down on it? Stretch out on the bed? That kind of stuff?”
I nodded, stuffing a fork full of salad into my mouth, “Yeah. But I don’t know why. It’s her stuff.”
I thought the two of them were going to die of laughter. “And she won’t buy anything unless you like it too?” Steve was hinting at something, but I didn’t know what.
“Yeah. Strange thing, ain’t it? I don’t know why she does that.”
Greg poked Steve in the ribs, “She ask you to spend the night yet?”
I didn’t say anything, I just smiled.
“Oh, she did, didn’t she!” Steve’s grin looked really silly. “Like she wants you there every night?”
I had to think about that one a moment. “Yeah. I noticed that.” By that point the two of them were grinning, and looking silly. “She seems to ask me over to her house ever day.”
Steve laughed so hard he couldn’t talk, so Greg talked next, “And she wants to cuddle all the time? And maybe more than cuddle?”
I thought hard for a bit, “What are you guys asking?”
“Oh, nothing!” They both held their hands up at the same time, feigning innocence, “Nothing at all!”
Greg looked at Steve, “I think she likes him, that’s what I think.”
Steve looked at Greg, “Yep. I think she likes him, I really do.”
Greg winked at Steve, “Do you think he knows?”
“Of course she likes me. We’re friends!”
Greg shook his head, “I don’t know, man. I don’t know.”
Steve shook his head too, “Yeah, she likes you. If you know what I’m saying.”
“What are you saying?”
They both just grinned, “We think she likes you. That’s what we think.”
Greg shook his head, “He’ll be the last one to figure it out again, won’t he?”
“Yep. He will.”
Took me eight days. I thought about it, and thought about it. And I think she likes me. That’s what I think. I mean. I think she really likes me. You know.
What do I do now?
Trying Jeff Tsuruoka‘s Mid-Week Blues-Buster flash fiction challenge again, and finding I had to cut oceans of words out of this one to get it under 700. Please, go read the other entries in the challenge.
Nice work! Love it! Listened to it while reading too!