Trevor
“Did it work?” Lucy asked excitedly.
“I don’t think so,” I shrugged. “He liked j the present, but they didn’t kiss or anything.”
Mr. Segretto had driven me to his house after work on Friday so that I could have a “play date” with Lucy. I hated that term, play date. It made it sound like we playing at dating, like we wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and that was just gross.
But being just friends was alright. I guess. Lucy was different from other girls I had known in Australia. She didn’t tease me or do stupid girly things. She was just normal.
Lucy tipped her head to the side. “Maybe they need to spend more time together.”
“I dunno. They see eachother every day at work.” We were sprawled across the floor in the living room, surrounded by crayons, markers and constructio
