e very good friends on the bus, but my greed asked for more; I needed to haveunlimited access. I soon plotted a way to get her phone number. If all worked out I was going to be the happiestperson in the entire world. My plan was simple: strike with a cheap and cheesy pick up line. All I had to do waswait for the appropriate moment to strike. Almost like an axiom I saw the moment appear in front of me. It wasnow or never! I quickly blurted out, "I lost my phone number, may I have yours?" I still see the absurdity of that moment. Even now I laugh at myself and at how I could be so entirelychildish in manner. At that moment the world had just stood still, I could have heard a cricket miles away. As Iheld my breath, I thought to myself: was she going to laugh at me, or was she going to give me her number? Ididn't know, and honestly, I wasn't anxious to find out either. After a moment of her staring blankly at me, she letout a giggle and a smile and said sure. And that was it, I had done it. I was the happiest boy on that school bus.That day had been a total success.I hurried home to transfer the numbers off of my hand and onto some paper. I was not going to lose hernumber! As I jotted the numbers down I was hit with a terrifying thought, when was I going to call! I had neverhad a girls number before, at least not one who I was interested in. Was there an ethic to be followed? I let theweekend slide. Debating weather to call or not, I decided to wait for our Monday talk to ask.Monday arrived slower then expected. Time has a way of mocking a waiting person. When I ran up intothe bus; I spotted her instantly. The back of the bus glowed in the radiance o her tender smile. She had a way ofmaking the plain and dull seem so full of life and energy. I quickly made my way towards the sweet smell of hertender skin. She, almost instinctively, moved aside and smiled; “How was your weekend?”I quickly made up an elaborate lie on how I had be...
