Uncle Adam’s coming to the senior game.
Here. At St. Mary’s.
It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but he’s done so much for me that having him at that game means so much. Coach is really drilling us hard to make sure we close the season strong and, for the sake of everyone that got us here, I hope we do.
Oh, he did, did he?
Oh, the ball, right. Um, uh, yeah. I’ll have to go out and get a dress of course, but uh I’d… I’d like to go with you to the ball too, Aaron.
I mean, I was hoping you’d say yes, but I thought it’d require way more pleading on my part. I don’t care if you go to the ball in jeans, Silver Snake. Wouldn’t change a thing. This, uh…this doesn’t mean we have to rush back into things…
I’d understand if you were still upset about me leaving but… I’m glad you’re giving me a chance, Vic. I won’t let you down.
Yeah, I’m around.
What’s on your mind?
So. My uncle just brought me out to get this suit…
And I’m kind of looking for an occasion to wear it. Maybe the ball? And as awesome as the suit is…I don’t think the night would quite be right without my team mate by my side… Would you care to go to the Valentine’s Day ball with me? I’d even wear silver. Or match whatever color you pick, I don’t care. I’d… I’d just like to go… with you, Vic.
Are you around?
I gotta ask you something.
Moving around the pantry of the kitchen, Vicky opened cabinet after cabinet in search of a late night snack, something healthy, and delicious at the same time. There were boxes of pancake mix and fruit snacks that were packed into the cupboards for those students who couldn’t wait until the next day’s breakfast before eating.Finally pulling out a box of Cheerios, she poured a few out into a bowl and grabbed a spoon, looking down at the bowl with a sigh.
She hadn’t been getting much sleep, and sure part of it had been the amount of studying and preparing she had been doing for midterms, even if it was a week or so in advance, but she was also conflicted. How was she supposed to sleep when all she did at night was think, in the past week she had about When Aaron was gone, she had missed him more than anything. But he had left her, disappeared. Digging her spoon into her bowl, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before taking in a deep breath.
Hearing a noise from the steps near the kitchen, rubbing underneath her eyes as if it would magically make the bags disappear, she sat up straight and pushed her hair back out of her face.
It was late and Aaron knew breaking curfew was a stupid and a risky mood. But his senioritis had only worsened since getting accepted at Notre Dame and his desire to see Vicky had overpowered his sense of reasoning. Before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled a ND sweatshirt on over his head, slipped into the jeans he’d worn the previous day, and made his way out of his dorm and toward the girls’ dorms.
He knew Vicky and figured she must not have been asleep just yet. While he had breezed through his exams, he knew that she would do anything to make sure she stayed on top of her class. Which probably meant she was still up, pouring over her books like the good student she was. The thought of it brought a small smile to his lips and he shook his head as he pulled open the back door to the girls’ dormitory staircase. As a veteran St. Mary’s student, he knew the door never quite shut and had kept the knowledge tucked away, just in case he ever needed it.
But when he made his way up the stairs to get to Vicky’s floor, he was surprised to see her seated in the common area kitchen. It erased his worry about explaining himself when he knocked on her door in the middle of the night. A bowl of cereal sat on the counter in front of her and she’d been playing with her hair. “You okay, Silver Snake?” he asked, his smooth voice easily breaking the silence. With a small grin, Aaron easily crossed the distance between them and took a seat on the stool next to her, lightly bumping her knee with his. “I couldn’t sleep and figured there was a chance you’d still be up too,” he explained easily, letting his shoulder rest against hers for a moment before taking in her tired appearance. “Are you doing okay?”
I will, don’t worry. Josh is one of my best friends. I couldn’t not see him. God, you’re really rooting for us, aren’t you.
Rooting for you guys?
I don’t know if I’d say that. I just see something great that could happen and two people too hesitant to really find out, that’s all.