Oh my God. Oh my God. I need an outfit. I need to write conversation topics on note cards. What the hell am I going to do with my hair?
Okay, okay. So it’s not like I have a date with the cutie I regularly eat breakfast with or anything like that. But you know That Guy? The guy I had a magnitude-ten crush on in high school? The guy who raced me to math class? The greatest human being in the entire world? (I might be exaggerating. Maybe. Probably not, though.) ANYWAY, he’s off playing college football and being amazing, and I was kind of counting on never seeing him again.
I forgot to factor in my brother, Alex. He played football with That Guy last year, so they’re buds. I think That Guy was the older brother Alex never had. (I did my best, but there are only so many times I’ll consent to wrestling in the living room.) So Alex has an away game that brings him out to my neck of the woods, and it’s one of the few games I’m able to attend. And get this… Alex just talked to That Guy, and That Guy is going to be attending, too. AHHHH! The probability of us actually exchanging more than a few words is slim at best, because I’ll probably catch one glimpse of him and collapse into a puddle of hindering social awkwardness, but STILL. He’s just beautiful to behold. Even if it’s just a “Hi, Elodie,” I will so take it.