Stories From 2011 (Dear Players, What's Mine, Queen Bee)

What's Mine Is Yours...Unfortunately: Chapter 10

A: Double digits BABY! lol...help me celebrate by finding someone to play Josh...any suggestions? 

“James?” I manage to choke out.

                He opens his mouth, probably to rant some more, but has it clamped closed.

                “Excuse him, he uh, had too much sugar. Uh, yeah I fed him too many cookies and caffeine. Yeah, just ignore him,” Josh says coming out of nowhere.

                “Josh?” I ask now extremely confused.

                “Yeah hey Serenity, well we must be going,” He says grabbing James and pushing him away from me.

                “Wha-na-no-Jos,” James splutters against Josh’s hand.

                “Bye now!” Josh calls dragging a struggling James away.

                “I-wi-pun-ch-oo,” James yells the words still muffled.

                “Sure you will,” Josh replies disappearing around the corner.

                “Well, that was odd,” I mutter to myself contemplating whether to go after James and let him explain himself or not.

                I’m about to walk in the direction Josh went to when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Caden smiling down at me.

                “You’re not ditching me, are you?” he asks giving me a sad puppy-dog look. I sigh. Damn him.

                “Uh, of course not,” I respond thinking I will just talk to James tonight.

                “Good, now let’s go before lunch is over,” he says the same toothy grin appearing on his face.

                I smile back. Something about him just feels so…welcoming.

                “Yeah let’s go,” I reply linking my arm into the crook of his elbow.

                We walk out smiling like a couple of idiots. Once outside I break the silence.

                “So where we going?” I ask.

                “Where ever you want. Well, as long as it’s near here,” he answers.

                “Hmm…well I could use a good Panera salad,” I say.

                “You like that place?” he asks giving me a slight incredulous look.

                “Uh yeah. I do. I like their chicken Greek salad,” I say cocking an eyebrow. “Got a problem with that,”

                He laughs, “Very intimidating,” he says sarcastically.

                “And luckily no, I like their ham sandwiches,”

                “Then it’s settled,” I respond heading over to the car only to realize I have no idea which car is his.

                “This way,” Caden calls from behind me.

                I turn to see him next to a motorcycle; a small sly smile on his face.

                “You expect me to ride that with a dress?” I ask.

                “Just sit on it,” he says trying to hide the fact that he’s chuckling.