"So what DO you do for fun?" Dominic asked during our break. We had worked for two and a half hours, getting the outline done. Based on how much work we had been doing and how far we had gotten, the project would be done within three weeks. The due date was at the end of the quarter, which was a month and a half away.
"I... I don't," I said. "I can't."
"What? Did I just hear you right? A seventeen year old can't have fun," he said. I nodded. "That's insane."
"I can't," I said again.
"Why?" he asked.
I shrugged and looked at him meaningfully. He nodded. It was funny how we had only known each other for a few days and already we could have a conversation with facial expressions and eye contact.
"I still think it's messed up," he said. I heard a door slam downstairs and I jumped.
"It's just my dad," he said.
"Okay," I said. "So what about you? What do YOU do for fun?"
"Parties, hanging out with friends, television, basketball, football, well, the list just goes on and on," he said.
"Yeah, I wish I had your life," I said.
"So you really don't have fun ever?" he asked. I nodded, taking a sip out of the coke can. "So what do you do?"
I shrugged again.
"Listen, there's this party that my friends are throwing down at the beach," he said. "It's tomorrow night. You should come."
I hesitated, thinking about my options.
"I can't," I said. "I can't really have anything like that in my life."
"You're seventeen years old and you're telling me you can't have fun. Call me crazy, but I don't believe you," he said.
"It's complicated," I said.
"So you really can't come tomorrow night?" he asked. I bit the side of my lip and looked into his hopeful eyes.
"Would it be like a... date?" I asked.
"No," he said. "More like just friends hanging out."
I contemplated the options.
"Could you hold that thought?" I asked. "I have to call Kyle."
He looked at me with confusion but handed me his phone.
"Thanks," I said, dialing the number. It rang twice.
"Hello?" Kyle answered.
"Hey, it's Ree, hold on one sec," I said, standing up. I went onto the balcony and shut the door. "Could you babysit Max tomorrow?"
"Why, got a hot date?" he asked.
"No, I'm just going to hang out at the beach with Dominic," I said.
"Ooh, so it is a hot date," he said.
"No, seriously, we're just going to hang out," I said.
"Yeah, I can babysit," he said.
"Great, thanks," I said. "I have to go. Bye."
"Bye," he said, hanging up.
I walked back into Dominic's room.
"I can go," I said. "Kyle's going to babysit."
"Awesome," he said.
I looked at the clock. It was almost nine.
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Losing ControlTeen Fiction
Riannan's life was spent watching her five year old brother since her mother was too busy passing out at bars and hooking up with twenty-year olds to do it herself. Living in a run down apartment and working two jobs to stay there was hard work for...