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Hi, my name is Francine
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 | Francine: Love is a Kind of Craziness x2x |
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| Created: 2006-10-19 02:12:33 |
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Francine: Love is a Kind of Craziness
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“Jack,” I said. “Hey, France… my dad realized you’re from school and… he thought we might give you, um, a ride home,” he said. “No, it’s okay,” I smiled. “Do you live nearby?” he asked. “No, I don’t. And I’m actually going to Penelope’s,” I replied. Then his dad came. “Hello, Francine. How are you?” he asked. “I’m going great, Mr. Harbridge,” I said. He asked if I would mind if they gave me a ride home. It would be too embarrassing to say ‘no’ to Coach Harbridge. No one would dare. So I told them where Penelope lives. Mr. Harbridge drove and Jack and I were at the back. There was an unbearable silence. “So, France, anything you’re doing today?” he asked. “Lots. Clean the house… go to Penelope’s… shopping,” I said. “So you’re busy?” he asked. “I think so,” I stammered. “How about tomorrow?” he said. “Tomorrow? I’m not sure. I think I’ve got nothing,” I stated. “Oh. Can I take you out then?” he asked. “Um, can I think about that? I’ll call you this evening,” I said. Then I remembered. “I don’t have your number,” we said together. We giggled. Then the car stopped. “72 Jenkins Road,” Coach Harbridge said. “Thank you so much, Coach, I mean, Mr. Harbridge,” I said. Jack got out quickly and opened my door just as I was about to open it myself. We exchange numbers. “Um, call me anytime,” he said. “Okay,” I smiled. “If you haven’t called yet by… maybe eight pm, would you mind if I call you?” he asked. “No, I guess not,” I said. Then he got in his car and they drove off. I waved. I got to the doorstep and before I knock, Penelope opened the door. “Hello, future ninth girlfriend of the week,” she greeted. “Don’t tell me Tom told you that too,” I said. Penelope nodded. “He told me about everything you did today at McDonalds. He even told me he thinks that Jack was gonna ask you out. Did he?” she inquired. |
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