“Do I detect a hint of sarcasm there, Mister?”
“No, no, not at all… Me? Sarcastic?”
“If I had a dollar for every time I saw that angel face, I’d be very rich by now.”
He snorts his laughter and goes back to digging into his apple pie. This is a normal Tuesday afternoon for us. We sit in the corner booth, I have a banana-blueberry milkshake, and he has a slice of apple pie with a big dollop of vanilla ice-cream. I tell him things about my life, and he doesn’t take them seriously. Next up, he’ll tell me things about his life, and I’ll be sympathetic, interested, emphatic. At the very least, I’ll pretend to care.
“So listen, Di,” he talks with his mouth full, and I cringe a little. “I hear you’ve got senior-prom coming up, yeah?”
“Yeah… Why?” I know what’s coming. I just know it.
“Only I’ve got this friend, he’s my age, and he never went to his prom, and I was thinking that, you know, you could go together.”
See? I knew it.
“I’ve got a date already, thanks.” I take a huge slurp of my milkshake, hoping that my full mouth will stop me from wringing his thick neck. Stupid Brian. He always thinks that I just have to meet his friends. He just knows that they’re all perfect for me. Truth is, I think that’s the main reason we have these little Tuesday meetings. He’s had a girlfriend for years – not that I know how she can stand him – and his friends make him exploit the fact that he’s got a step-sister, a fresh-faced high-school girl, to try to get set up. I don’t know about you, but I find that mighty sad.
“Oh, yeah? Who? Only, you know, that guy in your chemistry class works for your dad, remember? So my mom started talking to him the other day, and she asked about you, and he said that no one knows why you haven’t got a date since you’re so pretty and all.”
I swear, he almost leers at me. Almost, but never quite really. Thank goodness he seems to actually be devoted to that Anna he’s been with since they were both twelve or something. Thank goodness she’s got the diamond on her finger and the caterers booked for July. Thing is, I know who it is who blabbed to Brian’s mom about me. It’s Rob, and he’s my best friend, and he thinks that my quote relationship unquote with my step-brother is hilarious. He thinks that I’m a complete nincompoop for having agreed three – yes, three – times to go on blind dates with Brian’s friends. I mean, come on! Statistically, one of them had to have been nice, right? Well, apparently not. I swear, if Brian’s going to talk me into just giving one more of his bad-mannered, greasy-haired, wandering-hands friends a chance, well, I don’t know if I’ll be responsible for what I might do to him on prom-night.
“No, Brian. NO. I’m not going out with another of your little friends. I can’t even believe that I agreed to those three idiots you tried to foist on me.” I’ve finished my milkshake, and Brian’s busy scraping his plate with his fork. It’s almost over, and I can’t wait to get out of here. If my dad hadn’t insisted that me and his new step-son try to get along… I mean, I love my dad, and I guess Mary’s okay and she makes him happy so whatever, but why on earth did they both think that this would be a good idea? Sure, he makes me laugh, and sure, we’ve been doing these meals for a year, but still, he’s such an ass.
“Well,” he sighs, leans back, and pats his stomach a bit. I can just see him in twenty years, turning forty, leaning back exactly the same. I can’t really see Anna in the picture then, but hey, I don’t know her that well so who am I to judge, right? “Well,” he repeats. “I guess that’s your choice.” He throws some money on the table – Dad always pays for these meals – and we head outside. He gets into his car, this banged up old thing that he’s got, and rolls down the window.
“Hey, Di!” I’ve been looking the other way, since my mom’s supposed to come pick me up. I turn my head to look at him. “Just don’t come crying to me when you realize that this friend of mine is that guy you were couldn’t stop talking to Rob about – the smart, motivated, classy guy who came to speak at your class about how good it is to go to college!”
Wait. No, seriously, wait. Matt, the adorable junior at the U who came to class last week is Brian’s friend? Holy cow!
“Brian, wait!” I shout, but he’s already rolled up the window and he’s pulling out into traffic.
10 thoughts on “Di’s Date”
I enjoyed reading this story. You may want to check the follow paragraph for clarity:
“Hey, Di!” I’ve been looking the other way, since my mom’s supposed to come pick me up. I turn my head to look at him. “Just don’t come crying to me when you realize that this friend of mine is that guy you were to Rob about – the smart, motivated, classy guy who came to speak at your class about how good it is to go to college!”
I know, I know, it’s rather messy… I really should try to make it clearer.
Oh, please continue this one.
I might, I might ^_^
Ah that poor girl! And you know, Brian could have told her who that guy was from the beginning! 🙂
So what’s going to happen next, will they be able to go to prom together??
Oh no! I want her to have that date! I agree with Joy, this should have a follow up.
I really like how you set up their relationship; it’s a very clear and distinct brother-sister teasing that I have with my own brother.
Very nice. Yes, you should continue it. And yes, be sure to doublecheck sentence structure. You’re a really good writer. You can take it to the next level. I think you know that, though. I’d really like to read more. 🙂
Hello, fabulous lady! I just caught up on all your posts, and I loved each and every one of them. You write so well. Everything comes to live. Your emotions are great. And I think you are one heck of a writer. Just in case you wanted to know! 🙂
Hey dahling – glad to have you back! And thank you, you know it means a lot to me…
Oh, I so enjoyed reading this!