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I went to the party at Local Honey (a vintage store), with Lauren and another girl. No sign of C. No Stephanie. No Colin. Though disappointed we still enjoyed ourselves. I came home at about ten and my mom asked me if I wouldn’t mind going in to Walgreen’s to get something sweet. I didn’t. And while we were at the stoplight in front of the mall I said, “You know what I want?”

Mom guessed it, “A milkshake from Maggie Moo’s. That actually sounds pretty good.”


I went in and saw the C., Colin and Stephanie were all working. Colin (the bearded guy) recognized me. “Hi Lizzy!”
“Hi Colin!”
I waited in line and noticed out of the corner of my eye that C. kept glancing over at me, and Colin gave him a look with his eyebrows raised. I asked for a taste of their new flavor, Buttered Popcorn, which was terrible, and then I ordered two Butter Pecan milkshakes–they were out.

As C. walked by Colin asked him to check in the back for more Butter Pecan. He came back in and handed it to him.
“Hi Lizzy!”
“Oh!” I acted like I didn’t realize he was there tonight. “Hi…C!”
Then Colin and I talked about the party and how nobody could go cause they all got asked to work tonight. He asked if I got any free clothes, and I told him no, but I bought the purple shirt I was wearing.

Then I went up to the register where C. was about to ring me up.
“How was the party?” He asked.
“It was awesome. I actually just got back.”
Colin piped in, “Ask her where she got her purple shirt!”
“Where’d you get your purple shirt?” C. asked.
“From the party! It wasn’t free though.”
“They lied!” C. said.
“No I just read the flyer wrong.” I told him.
“Then…you lied!”
I laughed and then he told me the total. I counted my bills and shook my head at the prices–almost 5 bucks for a small shake!
“You know what,” C. said, “I’m gonna take that down to four–since you’re nice and I like you.”
SQUEAL MUCH?
“Wow! Thanks!” I told him.
“So uh what school did you say you went to, Belmont?” C. asked. Belmont is a local university.
“No, actually I go to Hillsboro.” Hillsboro is the local high school.
“Really?! Did you just graduate?” His eyebrows raised when I shook my head and he asked, “What grade are you in?”
“What grade do you think I’m in?” I was being such a flirt.
“Um going into senior year?”
“Nope.”
“Junior?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“FRESHMAN?” his eyes widened and his voice dropped.
“NO! I’m going into sophomore.”
“WOAH. How old are you?” he asked.
“I’m sixteen.” I told him, a lie at the time. I would be sixteen in about three weeks.
“SIXTEEN?!”
“How old did you think I was?” I asked.
“At least my age or something.” he responded.
“How old are you?”
“19.” he said, “Wow. I mean I am just…amazed. I mean. Wow!”
“Yeah I get that a lot.”
Colin piped in again and asked, “What grade is she in?”
“Sophomore,” C. told him solemnly. Colin’s jaw dropped and he shook his head. Colin handed me the milkshakes and said, “Have a nice life!”

I felt defeated until C. leaned in and told me, “To be honest I was going to ask for your number but now…”
I leaned in and said, “To be honest, I was going to give you my number whether you asked for it or not.”
He said, “Well um okay how about this? You give me–no I give you mine–no you give me your number and um I’ll decide whether I want to date..” He stopped, “um not date but uh…”
“Get to know?” I filled it in for him. He nodded and finished the sentence, “A sixteen year old.”
“Okay. Well. Here you go.” I wrote my number down. He looked at it and put it in his pocket.
I was putting my wallet back in my purse when I said, “It’s my rack isn’t it?”
“What?” he was stunned.
“My boobs, they make me look older!” He started to blush and chuckle.
“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed C.!” I laughed with him, “Well I’ll talk to you later.”
I was turning to leave when he said, “Wait!”
“Yeah?”
“What time do you go to sleep?”
“Honey I just had four redbulls, I won’t sleep tonight.”
He smiled and then said, “This is a cell phone number right, I mean your parents are gonna pick up?”
“Yep it’s a cell. And they wouldn’t care anyway.”
“Okay. Well. Bye.”
“Bye.” I told him.

I then walked, very calmly though I was feeling like a million firecrackers had just gone off in my stomach, out the door and back down the sidewalk to the car where my mom was sitting. Then, I squealed in a piercingly high joyous tone and told her all about my encounter with him.

Then, I waited. I waited for a call that never came and I was disappointed and wondering if maybe he just asked for my number to be nice. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to me at all but knew I was attracted to him and didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I was frustrated.

Being me, a determined person, I decided I would go back to Maggie Moo’s. So what if I was being pushy? I saw what I wanted and I wanted it bad, so I went back. He took my order.
“So, I decided…” he said.
“That I’m too young?” I finished his sentence before he could.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“Okay. Well, tell me this: how can you decide that without knowing a person?”
“It’s just a simple mathematical thingy…I work here, then I go home and…you have a curfew don’t you?”
“Yes, midnight.”
“Well, I don’t go to sleep until about six and…”
“What time do you get off work?” I asked.
“At twelve,” he told me.
“Ah, I see. That is a problem…well, what day are you off?” I’m hoping this might make him want to do something on his day off.
“Um. Friday.”
“Well…” I don’t know what to say next.
“How about this, how about we go to dinner on Friday?”
“Okay.” I want squeal so much right now, I force my mouth to say only the shortest answers.
“Just to show you i’m serious,” he’s quite for a second, “Is your phone going off?”

I’m surprised, I don’t hear anything. “No, I don’t think so,” I rummage through my purse. It is going off. I get it now, DUH, he’s calling me.
“Now you have my number. I hope you’re not one of those psychos who calls ten times a day,”
“I’ve not been told I’m psychotic, no,” Another lie.
“Okay then, Friday.”
“Friday.” MUST NOT SAY SQUEE.
I turn to leave, forgetting all about paying but he reminds me. As the receipt is printing I ask, “Do you have a facebook?”
“Huh? Oh no, I’m a myspace whore.” he says.
“Really?”
“Well, not literally but..”
“how can i find you?” I ask him. I already looked him up but couldn’t find him.
“Um here let me,” and he writes it down.
“Oh so it’s K, not C, is it?”
“Yep.”
“Alright. Okay then, Friday.”
Somewhere in conversation he asked me if I was still chugging redbulls and staying up late and I told him yes, I don’t go to bed until about four.

He called me around midnight. We talked for several hours, I really enjoyed talking to him. He was talking more than me and kept apologizing for being so talkative, but I told him I like to listen, I’m alright with being the quiet one for now. We talked about a lot of things–family, friends, work, school..stuff like that–we’re surprisingly on the same page for a lot of things, despite our age difference.

On the next episode: Lizzy receives a message from Kris on myspace. Will it say, “JUST KIDDING YOU GROSS YOU NASTY GO WAY!” or will it profess an undying love to her? Will Friday ever come? Does Lizzy kiss on the first date? All that and more on the next installment of “Part something of something!”