Your Hand In Mine

When I woke up the next morning, it wasn't because of the FedEx guy, but rather my phone blaring in my ear.

"Hey, bitch! It's me, Lex! Pick up your phone! You and I both know that deep, deep, down inside of you, you want to talk to me! So pick up your ph-"

"What?" I groaned.

"Sorry. I tried to wait as long as I could to call you, but you know, I'm sort of impatient and it's even harder because you sleep in so late," she said. I looked at the clock. Eleven thirty-three, awesome. "I even paced around the kitchen for seven minutes, fixed my nails, and actually did some laundry," she finished.

I quickly sat up in bed; Lex never does laundry, and I mean never. I don't even think she knows how to. Ryan does their laundry, he always has. That guys does a lot, actually. Props to you, Ry. I know it's slightly mean, but Lexa, she's pretty much a waste of space. I love the girl just the way she is, though. She's a loyal friend who won't stab you in the back, but she has no problem whatsoever with talking about people she barely knows or complete strangers. She's also been known to give some good advice here and there.

"Are you serious? You actually separated them by color, added the right amount of soap, and pushed the 'On' button?" I asked her. This was unbelievable. If she actually did do the laundry, I'm marking it on my calendar.

"Wait, what? You have to separate them by color? Shit. Now all the whites are going to turn some ugly color, like.. like brown, because I randomly threw them in the washer." And that right there ladies and gentlemen, is why blonde's are called dumb. So much for putting this on my calendar.

My palm collided with my forehead. Really, Lex? I'm pretty sure my three year old niece knows that you have to separate them. "Yes, you moron. How do you not know this?"

"Well, I don't know. People have always done my laundry for me. Plus, I have enough clothes that I don't need to constantly wash them." True.

"I guess you're right."

"Yep. So the reason I was calling was to see if you wanted to hang out today," she said as I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I sighed. "Ah, Lex, I'd love to, but Kris asked me to hang out with him before you did. I'm sorry." I never ditched someone to go hang out with someone else. It just wasn't right.

"No biggie. Have fun, get to know him. He seems like a good guy."

"Thanks for understanding, Lexa. We'll do something soon, though, don't worry," I told her while I turned on the shower.

"Well, I'll let you go. I have some stuff to get done anyways. And I have work at five, blah." I hardly call sitting behind a desk, typing on a computer and answering the phone all day, work.

"You have fun with that. See ya, love ya, bye, Lex," I said. Then I shut my phone and got in the shower.

I let my hair dry on its own. Normally, I'd straighten it, but I wasn't in the mood. Getting ready took me a half an hour compared to Alexa's two and a half hours.

I made myself a blueberry bagel with some blueberry cream cheese and watched some SpongeBob. Gary was by far my favorite out of everyone else on SpongeBob, just incase you were wondering.

When it was over, I decided to call Kris, seeing as it was around twelve forty-five and his practice had recently ended.

I scrolled down to 'Hot French Boy #2 That Has A Crush On You' and laughed. I guess now would be a good time to change his name to 'Kris'. I wonder if he actually does have a crush on me.. Who knows. When I was done, I pressed 'Send' and waited for him to pick up.

"Please enjoy the music while your party is reached." Thanks, will do.

"So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song. The butterflies fly away. I'm noddin' my hea--Allo?" Kris said replacing Miley's voice. I lost it, completely lost it. Twelve year old girls set this as their ringback, not twenty-two year old men."Shane? What is so funny?" he asked me through some laughter.

"Your ringback.. it's hilarious!"

"'uh? What is it? I don't even 'ave a ringback." He sounded so confused.

"It's Party In The USA by Miley Cyrus."

"Really? Pardon me for just a second, Shane," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

I could hear him put his phone down. "Max!" Kris yelled.

"Yes, Tanger?" Max replied.

"You put my ringback as Party In The USA, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I thou-" He was cut off by something that made a smacking noise. Then I heard someone scream like a little girl--Max. There was some yelling in French, too, but I couldn't understand it. Now I kind of wish I took French back in high school, too late now.

"Dude, Talbot, shut the fuck up," Brooks yelled.

"Get back 'ere!" Kris yelled at Max. Another high pitched scream from Max. Some more smacking sounds. Man, I'd pay to see this.

"Rape! Rape! Kris is raping me! Call Nine-One-One! Rape!" I heard Max yell. This was absolutely hilarious.

"Next time, don't mess wit' my phone, and then this won't 'appen," Kris told the 'superstar'. Max said something in French again, which I obviously didn't catch. Then there was some movement around the phone again. "Shane? You still there?" Kris asked.

"Yup. That was hilarious! What'd you hit him with?" I asked, amused.

"The closest t'ing I could find; a water bottle," he told me.

"Very creative. Five points for you. Maybe if you're lucky, he'll have a black eye."

"Maybe. So, what do you want to do today?"

"It doesn't really matter to me. You should pick, though. You're always busy with hockey, and when you have time off you probably do what the majority of your team wants to do. So, why don't we do what you want to do. I'm up for anything," I said.

"You nail that one on the 'ead. 'mm..," Kris said and paused for about thirty seconds. "Is the zoo alright with you?"

"Good choice. I haven't been there in a while. What time should I meet you there?"

"Um.. it's about one o'clock now, so I can pick you up in about an 'our, if that's okay with you?" he said.

"Are you sure? Because I can just drive there if it's easier for you. I don't want you to start feeling like you have to be my chauffeur. That can be Flower or Max's job."

He laughed. "Nah, I can stop by and pick you up. It's no problem. And I'm sure they would love to drive you around if you ask them. But I am going to go get a shower, I'm starting to make myself gag. I will see you in a bit."

"Whew. That's you? You must be really sweaty if I can smell you through the phone," I joked. "I'll talk to you soon, Kris."

"Au revoir, Shane," he said. Then we hung up.

One hour till Kris gets here. Ugh. I guess it could be worse, though. We could not be doing anything. Wonder what the best way to pass time is..