I laugh out loud when I hear Drew shout, “‘Cut the cord!’”
So, I join in, “‘Freedom, la-la-la-la. Freedom.’”
“Nice.” He stares into the screen for a brief second.
As the song ends, he turns down his radio and speaks up, “Okay, game time. What’s one song that you can sing from start to finish?”
My eyes widen as all of the best choices race through my head.Should it be a rock song? Or how about a country one? No, I’m going old-school rap on this one. He wants a game? Oh, he’s going to get a game.
“What do you know about Andre Nickatina?”
“Oh no, you didn’t!” He covers his mouth in aholy shitkind of way.
“I’m a Bay Area girl, remember? ‘Smoke Dope and Rap’ all the way. Bring it, baby.”
“Well, you’re in luck. I just so happen to have that on my playlist, which is loaded into my stereo system.”
I sigh dreamily. “We really are a match made in heaven.”
He winks at the phone, and I’m so glad I caught the action.
The familiar sound of a phone ringing starts, and I sit up straight when I shout, “‘Hey, Pook, get the phone!’” which is how the song starts off. “‘Who dis, man?’” I say in my manliest tone. “‘Ready, go, man!’” I shout out as the beat drops.
I flow with the lyrics, bouncing around with each phrase, like I’m a rapper onstage at a big show.
I don’t miss a beat while I bust it out, but when I get to my favorite part of the song, I look right into the phone and sing, “‘Oh, it’s Jeannine. She lick my dick clean.’”
Drew cracks up, and his laughter screws up my flow as I break out in giggles.
“You messed me up!”
“I know, but come on, how could I not?” he says through his chuckles.
We play his game a few more times, but none are as funny as mine. When we pull up to the lake, I realize how long we were on the road but how fast the time went by.
We park and walk, separated, to the lake.
“Isn’t this technically against our shelter-in-place order?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.
“I read that some head guy who works for the county brought his family out to the beach a few days ago. They were dumb enough to post pics to social media. We won’t do that.” He grins.
“That didn’t really answer my question.”
“Yeah, but if we don’t get caught …” He raises his eyebrows. “Besides, there’s no one here, so we’re fine.”
“There’s no one here because they’re all following the rules and staying home,” I joke.
“But not everyone is trying to win the heart of a new girl, so desperate times call for desperate measures.”
I grin in his direction. “Okay then, you’re off the hook.”
When we get close to the water, he places the bag that he took out of his car on the ground and takes out two towels. He lays one down and then steps a few feet—okay, a lot of feet—away and lays another one down. I try not to laugh at how silly this is, but I guess it’s our new normal, and knowing his mom has a compromised immune system, it’s well worth it.
I watch as he sets a bag on what I’m thinking is my towel and then takes his bag over to his spot.
“What’s in the bag?” I ask.
“I brought us lunch.”
