The Rescue by Daniels Izzy

Author:Daniels, Izzy [Daniels, Izzy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2016-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

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I’m carrying a ridiculously oversized garment bag, my usual messenger bag and a duffle bag as Jack watches me struggle through his front door. But does he help? No. He’s pretty much the worst friend ever. When I finally squeeze through, I drop everything onto his couch and plop down next it all. That struggle worked up a sweat, I probably should have just made two trips.

“Hey, stranger” he says. Oh boy, he does not look happy.

“Hey, yourself. How are you?” I ask tentatively.

“How am I? How am I, Emma? I’m awful. Do you know why I’m awful?” His arms cross over his chest. Crap, I’m in trouble .

“No…?” Is this a trap?

“No? Huh. Well, I’ll tell you then, shall I? My best friend has abandoned me.” I honestly can’t tell if the hurt expression on his face is real or not but I instantly feel terrible. I hop off the sofa go and hug him. Hugging is my new thing. I’m getting pretty good at it. He lets me but doesn’t return it. I squeeze tighter.

“I’m really sorry, Jack,” I say sincerely. “I know I have been a bad friend, caught up in spending more time with Brooke. How can I make it up to you? Please let me make it up to you, anything, just name it.” I look up and give him my dewy, begging eyes. I can tell he’s starting to budge some because his narrowed eyes are relaxing. After another moment of torture, he hugs me back and moves to sit on the couch. He stretches out his legs and puts his hands behind his head. Oh no, I can tell he’s plotting now. This is the pose he assumes when he’s masterminding.

“Anything, you say? Well, I’ve got a pile of laundry that needs doing. Also, I have been thinking of a Lord of the Rings marathon for Thanksgiving break. The extended dvds.” He gives me a look that shows he’s waiting for me to object, but I don’t. “Oh, and I have had a craving for lasagna.”

“Wow, anything else? That list seems so small for all the wrong I’ve done,” I say with a touch of sarcasm as I sit on the sofa cushion next to him. He knows I’d do any of those with no problem at all. I often bring my laundry over to do and I hardly have enough for a full load, so Jack and I wash ours together anyway. His mom refused to do laundry for him after he turned sixteen. She was tired of the stinky wet swimsuits and his foul socks. I don’t blame her . She showed us how to do laundry once and then left us pretty much on our own. There was only one incident involving a red in the whites and we’ve been doing it awesomely ever since. Also, I love making lasagna and watching LOTR. So, maybe he isn’t that mad at me after all.

“My truck needs a wash. And maybe a back rub,” he adds.

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