*Jared*
So, I will be sneaking Anna out of her place on Friday at eleven. Sweetness.
I was checking my email when Mark called me.
"Hey, man. What's up?"
"Not much. Just packing up all my crap." He said. "You?"
"Checkin email."
"So, did you seriously invite Anna?" he asked.
"Yeah...why?"
"Dude, you know she's like, really sickly and shit, right? I mean, she'll weigh us down. She'll probably die of sun exposure."
"Dude, shut up. She won't die of sun exposure. She needs to get out for a while. I'm sure if you were in her shoes, you'd be the same way."
It annoyed me to no end. Mark had always been somewhat of a douche to people he didn't know, but when he decided that he liked you, he was the loyalest guy you would ever hope to have as your friend. "I want you to drop it, man. Give her a chance. She's actually a really cool girl."
He hesitated. "Whatever. Is Johnny coming, too?"
"Yeah, I think so. He hasn't texted me back for sure though yet."
"Make sure to bring your guitar tomorrow. And marshmallows. Love the mallows." He said with a laugh.
I laughed back. "Yeah, dude, whatever."
"See ya." He said, and then he hung up.
I stayed on the computer for a while before logging off. I went out to the living room, where Dad was sitting on the sofa, watching the history channel and smoking his pipe.
"Hey, Dad." I said, sitting down next to him.
"Hey." He looked over at me. "You still going camping this weekend?"
"Planning on it."
"We're supposed to have great weather this weekend. Low eighties, low humidity. It should be a nice weekend. Think I might go fishing."
"Oh, could I take about three rods? I figured we could catch some fish and cook 'em over a fire or something."
"Sure. You got bait?"
"Bought some this morning."
"Make sure that you have the weekend off?"
"Asked Gordy on Monday."
Dad grinned. "Well, then, it sounds like you're all set."
I grinned back at him. "I'm heading to bed. G'night, Dad."
"Night, son."
I fell asleep that night grinning, thinking about the awesome weekend ahead.
