99% Faking It (Dating Dilemma)(5)By: Chris Cannon
“Nope.” She shook her head. “Never.”
The waitress came over and asked if they needed a menu.
“No,” Lisa said, “I want iced tea with lemon and a small meatball pizza.”
“Meatballs on a pizza?” I said. “That’s just wrong.”
“Pizza is Italian,” she countered. “Meatballs are Italian. How can that be wrong?”
“Meatballs go on spaghetti,” I pointed out. “Not on pizza crust.”
“You’re wrong.” She grinned. “Then again, you’re probably used to being in that position, so who am I to argue?”
“Hey, Miss Overachiever, I may not always know the answer but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”
She squinted at me. “There’s the right answer and then there is the one that is the opposite of right. Wait…what do they call that? I know…wrong.”
“Not caring about the questions doesn’t make me wrong. It just means that it’s a game I don’t want to play.”
“So you’re opting out. That’s kind of lazy.”
I cracked my knuckles. “I like to think of it as conserving energy.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s another word for lazy,” Lisa teased.
“Nope. I just conserve my effort and spend energy on things that are important to me.”
“How short is that list?” she asked.
“Pretty short,” I admitted.
“Am I on it?” She batted her eyelashes at me, which made me smile.
“There is a section for book-loving, nerd-girl friends, so yeah you have a spot.”
When her pizza arrived, it looked good and smelled amazing.
“You want to try a piece, don’t you?” Lisa grabbed a slice and dropped it on my plate.
“Since you put it on my plate, I wouldn’t want to waste food.” I picked it up and took a bite. It was better than spaghetti and meatballs. “I may have to admit I was wrong about this.”
She grinned. “If you follow my lead, everything will work out in your favor.”
The alarm went off on my cell. Noooooo. It couldn’t be morning already. Where had Saturday and Sunday gone? I needed a rewind button. I was not emotionally prepared to deal with Monday. Maybe if I ignored it, it would go away. I hit snooze and rolled over.
“Lisa, you need to wake up,” my mom called out from the other room.
“I don’t want to,” I hollered back.
“I know what will get you out of bed.” I heard the microwave door open and close and then the hum of something cooking. The smell of bacon drifted into my room.
“That’s not fair,” I called out.
“You better get your butt in here before I eat it all.”
Bacon was my kryptonite. It was the only thing that would get me up and moving some mornings. I threw back my Tardis bedspread and stumbled into the kitchen. Three pieces of bacon and two slices of wheat toast waited for me on the table.
“Thank you.” I sat down and bit into a piece of salty crispy goodness. Yum.
“You’re welcome.” She adjusted a bobby pin in the messy bun she wrangled her curly brown hair into. “I swear sometimes it feels like these things are trying to burrow into my head.”
“What’s with the dress?” Normally she wore low-key flowy skirts and blouses but this dress was tailored and made out of stiff material like a suit.
“In a moment of insanity, I decided I should try to look more like an adult.”
“You mean uncomfortable and crabby?” I asked.
“Pretty much. Remind me to burn this dress when I come home. I have to go. I have an early appointment.”
“See you tonight.” I finished my breakfast and fantasized about crawling back into bed. Why had I stayed up until one thirty to finish my book? It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now…not so much.
After taking a too-long shower, I did minimal hair and makeup. I was just going to school. Not like I was trying to impress anyone. I threw on a black sweatshirt which said “Siriusly?” and my favorite comfortable jeans. Where were my black Keds? I checked in the living room, behind the bathroom door, and under my bed. Nope.