As he walks back to the car, Mike fights with himself, trying to figure if he should ask Janette out sometime. He was new, and he didn't know how the US girls like to hang out. Finally, after the boards were straped to the roof, and they were on there way, he asked. "Hey, I don't really know what US girls have as far as night lives. But I was wondering if uh... you wanted to uh... go out sometime."
Sighs a sigh of relief inside. 'Well, didn't go as bad as planned,' i think to myself. "Cool, ok." Mike pulls into her houses drive way and gets out of the helping with her board. He jots his cell phone # down. "My dad made me get one because of me being on the beach. Just call me to set up a time and place. Tonight works if you're cool with it, or any other night."
When she was inside, Mike sat in the drivers seat and rested his head on the steering wheel, taking a deep breathe. He hated being that nervous around girls. He slipped his Blindside CD into the player and turned it up, driving toward his house to check in.
Once he was there, he walked into the house, past the dining room where his mom was having her tea. As he walked up the stairs, he threw his pack into "his room". It was a mess. His guitar and amp were the only things in place. He was never home, so it never got cleaned. He jumped in the shower, washed off and then went to change clothes. He pulled a pair of cargo shorts, and a billabong shirt out of the clean clothes on his bed and pulled them on. Going back down stairs he walked into the kitchen.
"Is that you Mikey?"
"Yeah, its me mum"
"How was the surf today?"
"Ok, 20 foot max." She didn't worry about me that much. She was an awesome mom. Back home, before she had met dad, she was a surfer chick, always at the parties, and being cool. Now she was sophisticated. Its not like Mike didn't like her, he just didn't have a reason to be around them. Besides, his dad always said it was good for him to live on his own.
He grabbed what was left of a meat sub and headed for the door. "I'm gonna be home late tonight."
"Where are you going."
"I don't know. I'm talking a friend from school out."
His mom came into the room. "Are you going out with a girl Michael."
Mike lowered his head, embaressed. "Yeah."
"Who is she?"
"Janette, a girl that i skate and surf with. Shes cool." His mom smiled.
"Well, its about time you got comfortable around girls. You're a handsom guy, you need a girl friend." Mike looked at her.
"Mum, we're just friends. I took her to the shop, we surfed, i asked if she wanted to hang out. Thats not girl friend/ boy friend activity, last time i checked." She just smiled and walked away.
'God, moms have a way of making things more then they are,' he thinks.
He gets in his car and drives back to the shop to work a couple hours before he heads for Janettes house.
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"Ah, not much..."
"You?"
"Yeah...That's cool..."
"Umm...Tonight...You name the place and I'll pick you up from your house at like 7."
"Movie or anything?"
"Alright, cya later."
Chris went to get dressed.
Alexis hung up the telephone. She walked past Val who noticed she seemed somewhat less tensed. Val layed a hand on her shoulder. "Just making sure you stay on earth. What was that about? A date?" Alexis shook her head. "No! He's a friend. It's um payment for surf lessons." she said.
Val shrugged and Let Alexis pass. he knew she'd e nicer to everyone now that she was making friends and was less paranoid.
Mike worked in the store for a while, and then walked out on the beach, trying to calm himself. He'd go pick Janette up in a little bit, and his stomach was in knots. He hated being shy. He took a deep breath. 'Come on mate, just be cool. Be your self, and you'll be fine,' he told himself. Calmed down, he headed back to the shop to get his flip flops and start for janettes house.