“I slaved over this ham dinner. I only have a little though, and I’m not sharing, so you’ll have to stay a few feet away and sit there and watch me eat, but I swear it will still be fun.”
“Probably the most fun I’ve had in weeks. Count me in.”
I turn with an extra giddyup in my step and run into my house to heat up the food his mom plated for me. I stop in the mirror to check out my new jersey. I’ve never been so proud to wear something in my life.
18
Day 18
April 13
I flip the bottle I ordered online in my hands, wondering if I’m brave enough to actually do it. This black mask says it does amazing things for your skin and cleans out your pores, but I’ve heard it’s a little difficult to get off.
An idea pops into my head, and I pick up my phone, dialing Drew.
“There’s my favorite girl,” he says as he answers.
“Whatcha doing?” I singsong.
“Nothing,” he singsongs back. “But I have a feeling you have something up your sleeve.”
“See, that’s why this is going to work between us. You already get me,” I say with a huge grin on my face.
“Well, that depends. What are you trying to get me into?”
“I was about to do a black facial mask and thought it would be fun if we did it together.”
“A black facial mask? Is this what it’s going to be like, living with you? You’ll get me to put on avocado masks and paint your toenails when I’m not on the road?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Look at it as our bonding time.”
“True, and I guess it’s good for my skin with all the dirt and sweat that’s normally on it. So, yeah, I’m in. What do I need to get?”
“Come over, and we can stand outside to put it on. Then, you can drive home because it needs to sit for twenty to thirty minutes.”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to drive to your house, put something—which I assume, by the name of it, is black—all over my face while standing in your front yard for everyone to see, and then drive back to my place with it still on my face?”
“Uh-huh!”
“Okay, just making sure I had it straight. On my way.”
“Bye!” I singsong with a laugh.
When he pulls up, I’m sitting on my porch. I see he’s clean-shaven and grin even bigger. Now, he’s going to get the full effect.
“Okay, what’s this mask I’m putting on my face?” he asks as he approaches me.
It’s getting harder and harder not to wrap my arms around him and really say hello. Instead, I throw the bottle his way.
He looks it over and then turns his attention back to me. “Am I going to regret this?” he asks.
“Probably.” I grin. “That’s why we’re going to do it together. Just make sure to not get it near your eyebrows or hairline.”
“So, it’s a good thing I shaved today?” He rubs his chin.
I nod. “Very. Now, you can get your entire face.”
He takes a deep inhale and opens the lid. “Here goes nothing.”
