“I take it, you Googled me.”
A hard laugh escapes my lips. “Uh, yeah, I totally did.”
“So, imagine if everyone knew your net worth. Like, overnight, you went from making four hundred dollars a week to signing a contract worth millions of dollars.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“You’d be surprised at how many people have come out of the woodwork to be my friend again. Especially girls.” He sighs. “The past few months have been a whirlwind. They all knew it was coming. News stations were covering me left and right. It’s a little overwhelming is all.”
My shoulders slump, and I feel bad for questioning him or for even being mad at him for not telling me.
“I wanted to see if I could get to know someone for me, not because of the contract I signed.”
“I’m sorry. I understand now.”
“Do you forgive me?” he asks in his sweet voice.
“It’s more like, do you forgive me? I shouldn’t have asked you like that. It’s just that one of my students saw your video—”
He laughs out loud. “So, they mentioned I got the idea from yours?”
“Yes!” I whine out. “He asked if I knew you, but he called you Andrew, so I was thrown off until he mentioned the video. Why does your profile say Drew?”
“Is it bad that I was purposely trying to pull away from Andrew, the new San Francisco Giants first baseman, and just be Drew, the guy still chasing after his dreams?”
I grin from ear to ear. “So, what do you prefer to be called?”
“Honestly, my friends call me Drew, but Andrew is okay too.”
“Then, are we friends?” I ask coyly.
“I’m hoping we’re more than friends.”
Yes. Me too, Drew. Me too.
5
Day 5
March 31
Last night, Drew and I stayed on the phone until one in the morning. We talked about everything yet nothing at all. I felt like I was a teenager again, sneaking around to hide from my parents and talking to the boy I liked from school.
Thank God I don’t have to get ready for work today, or I would be a mess. Hmm. This is the first time I’ve thought it is a good thing that I’m stuck at home.
I ventured out to get groceries this morning, and holy hell, the line to get into Costco was insane. I guess it’s because they’re limiting the amount of people in the stores rather than having too many people all together, but all I can say is, wow!
After scrubbing my hands with soap I have outside so I can clean myself of any germs with the hose and not risk bringing anything into my house, I grab my groceries and place them on the counter.
Memories of the employee loading my stuff into my cart crosses my mind, and I mentally panic. Grabbing a Clorox wipe, I clean off every box and can before putting them on my shelves. A little much? Probably, but I do not want to get this.
Once everything is put away, I hop in the shower, questioning for a second if I should burn the clothes I had on but deciding I shouldn’t be that much of a worrywart about it. My county only has forty-nine cases, so yes, I should be cautious, but I’m not absolutely freaking out—yet.
If I were in New York City, I would be losing my ever-loving mind, never leaving the house and foraging for food like a squirrel in my backyard.
Wait, does New York even have squirrels like we do here?I shake my head.Of course they do, just maybe not where I could afford to live in the concrete jungle.
I’d be screwed.
