Remembering Yesterday

But now she felt all hope was gone. This was her only chance to enter a contest, to meet them, but it was all over. She felt like crying, she knew it was childish. They were just a band, right? She shook her head; no they weren’t just any band. There songs got her through thick and thin. When she was sad she would listen, when she was happy she would listen, they always made her day a perfect one. She let out a soft sigh and felt a tear fall down her cheek. “I guess, this is the end.” She looked up at James and was confused when she saw him grinning. “What are you so happy about?” “Allison hates the band right?” “Right...” “Well, she’s obviously not going to go to the concert right?” “Well you just get to the point!?” “Okay, okay. Well if she doesn’t want the tickets, we could ask her to give them to us?” Zoey stood up and grinned. “James you are a genius! We’ll ask her first thing Monday morning.” She kissed his cheek and grinned.

She checked her watch and her eyes widened. “James, you have a hot date tonight!” “Damn, you’re right! I have to go; I only have three hours to get ready.” “Aren’t you going to take her to dinner first?” “Should I?” “Well duh! You can use my bathroom.” “But I don’t have anything to wear!” “Yes you do, you have that cute shirt, and your black jeans from that party we went to last month.” “Really, no wonder I couldn’t find them the other day.” “James?” “Yeah?” “Time is ticking!” “Oh, right! Excuse me.” She nodded and watched him walk into her bathroom.

Half an hour later James was dressed in a black dress shirt and black dress pants. google.com/imgres?imgurl=&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fmodaell... He looked casual yet presentable. “You look adorable!” “Thanks!” He looked at himself in the mirror grinning as he fixed his hair. “Hey, I look hot.” He suddenly frowned, “Wait. I’m supposed to be meeting Casey at six. She’s not expecting me.” “Already got you covered. I told her you’d pick her up at five thirty to catch something to eat.” “But, the movie starts at six fifteen. We won’t have enough time.” “Would you forget about the stupid movie? Who cares if you’re late, you can catch the next one.” “You’re right. I guess I’m just a little nervous. “No kidding. Now go!” “Okay, okay, umm I’ll text you as soon as I get home.” “Ok.” “And Zo?” “Yeah?” “Thanks, you’re the best.” “I know. Now have fun, and don’t do anything naughty.” He blushed as he walked out the door.


Zoey waited for James impatiently by his locker. She looked at her phone for what seemed to be the hundredth time. She clicked on his name and called. She looked around impatiently as she heard it ringing. “Come on James, where the hell, are you?” “Right here, geez, impatient much?” She stared at him, “I thought we would be meeting here at seven -forty.” “I’m one minute late!” “Same difference, are you ready?” He nodded and followed her to through the crowd to Allison’s locker. Allison closed her locker and was surprised to see Zoey and her weirdo friend in front of her. “May I help you?” James took a step towards her and grinned. “Good morning Allison. Did you by any chance win tickets to a concert last night?” She leaned against her locker and smirked. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” “Well, I know you don’t like the band. And you’re probably not going to go. So I was wondering, if you could give them to me?” Allison couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right. I don’t like the band, but I don’t like you either. So why should I give the tickets to you?” Zoey stepped in front of James and was inches from Allison. “Stop being such a bitch. We all know you don’t like the band. So why don’t you just give the tickets to someone who does?” Allison smirked, “Don’t tell me you like the band too?” “So what if I do?” “What are you willing to give me for the tickets?” “What do you want?” “Gee I don’t know, maybe, a spot on the squad.” Now it was Zoey’s turn to laugh. “You know I can’t do that. You have to audition.” “You’re the captain’s best friend, and the couch loves you.” “That doesn’t mean I have control over who enters and who doesn’t.” Allison shrugged as she flipped her hair. “That’s not my problem. Have me on the team by the end of the day, or you can say goodbye to your tickets to see those emo fags.”

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