I was waiting for Glen to be done with his make out session with Madison. It was bad enough I had to wait for him since he had basketball practice and I didn’t drive. I cleared my throat trying to get their attention. “Err um,” I said. The couple ignored me and I rolled my eyes. Glen. Glen Carlin? Glen stopped the kiss.

“Huh?” said Glen. You’re still here?

“Yes,” I replied.

“Don’t say yes like that in an ungrateful tone,” snarled Glen. You’re lucky I bother to give you a ride. Madison and I are going to hang out anyways. Catch a bus or something. I walked out of the parking lot and I felt someone was following me. I’ve been known to be paranoid. I heard a car horn. I turn and I see her.

“Do you need a ride?” Ashley asked.

“Yes, that’ll be great,” I answered. I went on the passenger side of her Porsche. She began to drive. What are you doing here?

“Detention,” said Ashley.

“For what?” I asked.

“For being tardy,” answered Ashley. What about you? You can’t be that dedicated to school, Spence.

“No, I was waiting for Glen to get out of basketball practice, but he ditched me for Madison,” I explained.

“Oh,” said Ashley.

“Yeah,” I replied. So since I already saw your home, would you like to come to my house?

“Sure, I’d like that,” smiled Ashley. So where’s your house?

“On the corner on Beach Street,” I replied. You can’t miss it. It’s the smallest house on the block. A few minutes later, Ashley and I were at the outside of my house. We got out of the car and I opened the door. You don’t mind having pizza, right?

“Not at all,” stated Ashley. You have a nice home.

“Thanks,” I said. I went to the kitchen to take out the frozen pizzas and put them in the oven. I was waiting for Ashley to leave, but she was looking at the pictures my Dad had on display. The pictures were of a different time… a time that my parents were actually happy together and Glen was less of an ass.

“I like this picture,” began Ashley pointing to my baby picture.