And He Was Amazing Prt 3 (THIS ONE IS REEEALLY BAD FYI)

That weekend, he called me.1

Yeah. I know.2

So it’s Saturday morning, and I had just gotten up. And then the phone rings. I pick it up, not even bothering to check the caller ID. 3

“Hey.” It’s him. Oh God oh God oh God, it’s him.4

“Carl?” 5

“Yeah,” he says.6

“Um, how’d you get my number?”7

“I looked it up in the directory. I figured it was worth it. I need to say thank you,” he says.8

“For what?” I ask.9

“For … everything. For yesterday. For making me feel better. So, um, thank you.”10

“Yeah, uh, you’re welcome then.” I don’t exactly know what to say. 11

For awhile, it’s pretty quiet. I think he hung up but then he says, “What happened with us, Kaitie?”12

“What?”13

“We were best friends. What happened?”14

“We both grew … older, I guess. Got knew friends.” I clear my throat. Carl. Called. Me. 15

“Oh.” The silence takes over the room again. “I’ll see you at school on Monday, okay?” 16

“Yeah, okay,” I say. Then we say bye and hang up. I’m breathing really heavy, and my heart’s beating fast and loud like it’s trying to tell me something.17

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So on Monday, I’m sitting in history, half-listening to the teacher drone on and on about the Revolutionary War. 19

Carl looks up at me and passes Abby a note to give to me. She reads it, raises her eyebrows, grins, and passes it to me. 20

Hey Kaitie. You think you could come over later? 21

I raise my eyebrows, too, and start writing my reply. 22

Definitely!23

In between classes, I ask Mr. Manker (our vice-principal) if I could use my cell to call my mom. He said as long as I wasn’t using it during class, it was perfectly fine. 24

So I call my mom and asked her if I could go home with a friend. She said that it was fine, and that she’d pick me up at around six.25

So for the rest of the day, I am so excited I almost pee my pants. 26

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The end of the day came, and that pant-wetting sensation came again (believe me, I was grossed out too). 28

I hop in Carl’s mom’s car and we start on our way to his house. It’s particularly awkward because his little sister, Kenzie, is screeching, “Carl’s got a girlfriend! Carl’s got a girlfriend!”29

I think Carl thought it was awkward, too, because he pokes her (hard) in the stomach and she shut up.30