The guys next to me were laughing over something and then they were pushing and shoving and…yours truly got an elbow in the shoulder.
“Oh man, sorry,” the blond next to me said.
“No biggie.” I forced a smile.
His friend shoved him again and I was unceremoniously bumped again.
“Yo, cut it out,” blond guy shouted at his friends.
He gave me another apologetic wince. “Sorry, my friends are idiots.”
The last shoving contest had spilled the guy’s popcorn on the ground and I was leaning over to help him pick it up when my phone dinged again.
I focused back on my phone as soon as the guy beside me turned away. The eagerness to see what Ethan had written was making me feel ridiculously girly and giddy and…if I wasn’t careful, I’d start gettinggiggly.
I never did giggly. I was sonota giggler.
Ethan:Are you here with someone?
I glanced over at Olivia who was still munching away before I texted back.
Me: Of course.
What, did he really think I’d come alone? I might not have been crazy popular, but I did have some friends, thank you very much.
Me:Speaking of…Do you have any single friends?
I waited. The three little dots kept appearing and disappearing. Finally, hismessage came through.
Ethan:Why?
Me:Because you have a single friend.
Ethan:(confused expression emoji) You’re single? When were you dating someone?
I furrowed my brow and then burst out laughing. He thought that I was talking about me. And when I scrolled back up to see autocorrect had changed “I” to “you” I felt my cheeks flush. Great. Now he’d think I wanted him to set me up with one of his friends.
How freakin’ mortifying. I scrambled to make things right.
Me:Ack! I meant I have a single friend. You. I didn’t mean me.
Crap. What was wrong with me? I hadn’t even been able to finish my text before I accidentally hit send.
Ethan:I’m single?
I stared at the phone, heat pulsating through my body with every beat of my crazy, spastic heart. Why did my phone hate me? Why did fate do this to me?
Me:Tried to type I again and instead my phone changed it to you. And then my big, fat thumb hit the send button before I could finish.
Three little dancing dots. I held my breath, waiting to see if I needed to fix this again, or if he understood what I was trying to say.
Ethan:Who needs a boyfriend?
I was making a mess of this. I contemplated spelling my current relationship status out for him but feared whatmy phone might do with it: might as well have spelled it out for him.I am available. Super single. Never been kissed, in fact. Ask me out now, please and thank you.
Ethan:So…you’re not single?
Yup, I’d officially made a mess of this. He was probably really confused right now. Heck, I was confused right now. I stared at my phone, trying to think of a response that didn’t make me sound pathetic or lame. With all the time we’d spent together, if I had a boyfriend, I would have mentioned it. He couldn’t really think I had a boyfriend. I had no idea how to respond so in a fit of bravery I decided to try something terrifying.
