Chapter 2

When he left with his friends I felt depressed. I was actually sad that he left. When we closed up my mom started talking to me about Clay. I had no idea she could tell I liked him. She was talking about him all the way home.

Sunday is always a super boring day. Nobody comes in really. Like, the most people we get are like ten. It was around noon when I noticed Clay came in. I wanted to hide, but I was so happy to see him again.

I don’t know why he came back. I don’t think he forgot anything…did he want to see me? I doubted it.

“Hey David.” My mom was smiling at me and went into her office. She is so embarrassing. He was way taller than me. He must’ve been a least 6’5. He wasn’t wearing his letterman jacket today. I think he went to St. Mark’s. His and his friend’s jackets were red and white, which were colors of St. Mark’s.

“Hi Clay. How are you doing today?”

“I’m fine.” He said. He smiled at me. He was so cute. “I was wondering what time you get off from work.” I felt surprise cover my face.

“I…I can leave right now.” Desperate! Ugggh, I hope that didn’t make me seem like I had wanted to do something with him. But then again, I want him to know I was interested. I left from behind the counter. I went towards my mom’s office. She said I could leave, but to be home in time for dinner.

I was leaving when my mom ran out of her office. I was afraid she’d say something and felt guilty for feeling embarrassed of my mother. She was shorter than I was. She was 5’1 and very slender. Her hair was very long and blacker than mine. She wore it in a bun most of the time.

“Michihiro! Michihiro!” I froze, standing next to Clay. “Here.” She handed me some money. She called me Michihiro.

“Thanks kachan.” I was blushing. “See you later.” Clay had a puzzled look on his face. I guess because I had told him my name was David. But, my name is David…

“Meechehero.” He said. We were walking towards his truck.

“You…you can call me Michi or Hiro…or just stick with David.” He was looking at me. “My middle name is David and I just figured it would have been easier for you to use instead of Michihiro.” He laughed.

“I prefer your real name, Michi.” He smiled. “It’s cute.” I smiled. I wish I had worn nicer clothes. I was wearing a ripped up pair of jeans and a baggy sweater.

He pulled into the parking lot of a fast food place. We were sitting in his truck for a bit. I realized I really didn’t know him all that much and I just left with him. I didn’t think I’d ever do something like this. He was cute, but I can’t like him just for that.

“My name is Michihiro David Yoshizumi.” He smiled. “Uh, I’m in twelfth grade at Harrison high and I’m seventeen.”

“I’m Clay Nathan Moss. I’m also in twelfth grade and I’m eighteen.” He looked at me. “And I go to St. Mark’s.”