Chapter Six

~ Krystal’s Story ~

I headed back to the couch to finish watching the game. The score was 89 to 87 with about two minutes left in the game. Orlando, my favorite team, was winning against the Chicago Bulls. "Shoot, you dumbasses!" shouted AJ who was sitting next to me. "Bulls your favorite?" I asked, resisting the sudden urge to kiss him. "Nope!" He grinned mischieviously. "But I root for any team who’s losing. Call me a weirdo, but I do! Krystal, can I ask you something?" AJ turned serious. "Sure," I answered. He took off his sunglasses to reveal those warm pools of chocolate that made me melt. "Do you want to go out with me?" A tiny hint of a scream came out of my mouth. The other guys frowned at me as if I was crazy. "Krys, you okay there or is AJ putting on his moves?" asked Nick. "Sorry, guys. It’s nothing." To AJ, I replied, "I’d love to!" He broke into a big smile and said, "Whew! I thought you didn’t want to when you screamed." I shook my head. "Of course not! Why wouldn’t I?" Suddenly, Brian leaped up and cursed. "Sh*t! Come on, you freakin' assholes!" "Are you okay, Rok?" Howie asked, looking at him weirdly. Brian, by this time, was red as an apple because of excitement. "Losing to the Bulls! Can you believe it? Damn! That gay Rodman shot a 3-pointer! The faggot shot a 3-pointer! How can a fag like him get a 3-pointer? How? Tell me! How? How?" Nick tired to drag the screaming Brian outside to calm him down, but little luck. I turned back to AJ. "Guess he shot after all." "About time. Hey, Rok-man! Chill, man. It’s not like it’s the end of the world. Wait, wait, I take that back," he laughed as he remembered how much Brian loved basketball. Suddenly, he looked at his watch. It was well over midnight. "Whoa, we’d better get going. I’ll call you tomorrow, Krys. Umm, what’s your number?" I told him and he winked. "See ya, babes!" After they had gone out the door, Hazel and I stared at it for a long time. Finally, Hazel whispered, "It’s not a dream, is it?" I shook my head. "I’m glad it’s not." Then, we started screaming and laughing and jumping, almost like crazy teenyboppers. How can you not resist the urge when something like this happens?