Bailey
There’s no way in hell I’m going to go meet Cole Muchmore in the Dairy Queen parking lot. I don’t know why my stomach is in twists and flutters thinking about it.
Rayne and I walk around the block to where it’s not quite so embarrassing to be picked up by my mom who pulls up in her Corolla, still wearing work clothes.
“Hi, girls, how was it?” she asks overly brightly. She’s thrilled I made a friend.
“Okay.” I slide into the front seat and Rayne climbs in the back. “Are you just getting off work?”
“Yes. I decided to work late since I knew I was picking you two up. Tell your mom thanks for driving you over.” My mom looks over her shoulder and smiles at Rayne.
I fiddle with the radio, switching stations until it lands on an 80s song my mom likes by the Cure, Friday I’m in Love.
