Jamie has it all - depression, anxiety, low self-esteem, and a hate for her endless acne. With no friends, a distant family, and a nonexistent love-life, Jamie has made it through her twenties by hanging onto her dream of becoming a professional si...
I quickly opened my eyes. "I could change that 'like' into a 'love' but you got your hand on my face."
A.B. removed his hand. "I like when you try to be mean, too. Just say you like when I touch you."
I loudly gasped, "Between you and my cousin--"
"I hope you know that Monica doesn't talk about you as much as you talk about her; especially, now that's she's engaged. C'mon, let's head to the garage. I'm driving."
I stood still with my mouth wide open. That's it! I'm not speaking or thinking about my cousin anymore. Again, this is my story!
I yanked the keys from A.B.'s hands as I beat him to the garage. When I opened the door, I stared at shelves full of can goods and boxed food.
A.B. cleared his throat. "The garage is over here."
"I knew that! I was just testing you. Be a leader. Not a follower unless you're following Jesus Christ. Amen."
A two-hour pottery class went by fast. There were about 10 people in the class from kids to senior citizens. The instructor called me a professional and complimented my glass mug. It came out cuter than A.B.'s "dysfunctional" mug. I don't even think it can be described as a mug.
The Escape Room turned into a comedy hour. The first ten minutes we were focused and serious. Upon the eleventh minute, I pushed the wrong button, triggering an alarm that meant stop but I kept on going. This resulted in a failed mission. The employee gave us a second chance, but we still couldn't crack the code. In my opinion, it was an impossible mission. By the end, my bladder was trying to ruin me. I finally escaped to the restroom.
Next, we spent thirty minutes in a virtual reality game. I don't know if I enjoyed pretending to shoot A.B. more or being able to run around a room, wearing gear and holding a plastic gun more. My team won and A.B.'s team lost by 10 points. It was so much fun, but I was definitely...
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...feeling the aches and pains all over my body.
Finally, we made it to the mini golf place. It was fun, but you'd think it was a school field trip night. Our put-put game lasted no more than fifteen minutes which I was glad for, because my stomach was being a distraction.
Then, A.B. said the magic words. "Let's go get something to eat." I think he heard my stomach, though.
A.B. stopped at a burger restaurant and found a parking spot away from the traffic.
"We could've ate back at your place," I said to him.
A.B. shook his head, "The way your stomach was growling, I don't think so." He handed me the burger out of the bag.
