"Jeremy!" I squealed as I threw myself into his camouflaged arms.
"Hey, kiddo," he wrapped his arms around me.
"What's up?"
"Not much..." I mumbled.
"Hmm? Are you sure there's no guy?" He teased me. "You know? Like one I need to rough up?"
"Well, you don't need to rough him up. I actually request that you don't."
"So there is someone?" Jeremy flashed his perfect teeth.
"His name is Grayson." I informed him.
"He's coming over for dinner," my dad interjected.
I nodded. "He'll be here in like..." I checked my watch. "15 minutes."
"Oh goody," Jeremy said devilishly.
