Page 82 of Through Quick and Quinn
1:43 p.m.
Mandy and I are going to grab some ice cream.
1:44 p.m.
whoa... ok
you good?
1:45 p.m.
Yeah, it should be interesting. We haven’t hung out since we were kids.
1:47 .m.
I hope it goes well
1:48 p.m.
I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Water under the bridge.
1:50 p.m.
I hope you’re right
text me from the bathroom if you need me to come save you, lol
1:51 p.m.
Oh my gosh! I hope I won’t have to do that!
1:53 p.m.
I’m sure it’ll be fine
just be careful
maybe don’t share all your deepest, darkest secrets on your first date
1:55 p.m.
Noted.
Quinn:
Like Old Times
It was bizarre to be nervous throughout an entire day at school just because I was going to grab ice cream with Mandy afterwards. I had known her for nearly a decade and we were inseparable for years. Besides, I was totally comfortable with who I was whether she liked me or not, so the nerves took me by surprise. I had to admit to myself that I was still questioning her intentions, and therefore had reservations about the rekindling, but I really did want to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Without either one of us stating it, we both inherently understood that we chose to get ice cream after school as a trial run of sorts. It was only an hour or so, not some long commitment of a day’s worth of activity. Regardless, I still found myself anxious that day, looking at the clock and counting down the hours until I would be home, and it would be over. It wasn’t the best way to enter the situation, to just want to get it over with, but that was the truth of the matter.
As it turned out, it wasn’t that bad. As a matter of fact, it was pleasant. Even delightful. Being that we were childhood friends, we knew so much about the foundations of one another’s lives that the dialogue came naturally. She updated me on her family just as I did for her, and within a few minutes, my nerves had settled. It was a harmless conversation that I was truly enjoying, even when it led into matters of more current times. By all standards, it was a typical conversation between old friends, as we bounced stories about classes, teachers, friends, hobbies, and the like.
“Are you going to Hoco next week?” Mandy asked, after popping the last of her fudge-dipped cone into her mouth.
A blank stare came across my face. “What’s Hoco?”
