We Should Hang Out Sometime by Josh Sundquist

Author:Josh Sundquist
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Juvenile Nonfiction / Biography & Autobiography / General, Juvenile Nonfiction / Humor / General, Juvenile Nonfiction / Boys & Men, Juvenile Nonfiction / Health & Daily Living / Physical Impairments, Juvenile Nonfiction / Social Issues / Dating & Sex
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2014-12-23T05:00:00+00:00

I slept until three thirty on the day of prom in order to be well rested for staying up all night. Unfortunately, this also meant I started the day behind schedule. I scrambled to take a shower, shave, and put on my tux. That last part turned out to be incredibly complicated, involving a highly inefficient and antiquated buttoning system down the front and French cuffs that required cuff links, which are virtually impossible to put on if you have the unfortunate disadvantage of being born with only two hands. The only easy part was the bow tie, because it was of the pre-tied, clip-on variety. Anyway, I was supposed to pick up Evelyn for dinner at four thirty, and I left approximately on time, but after driving a few miles it hit me: I had forgotten the corsage.

I wheeled around and drove back to my house, where my mom retrieved the corsage from the refrigerator. By the time I left again, it was already four thirty, and I still had at least a fifteen-minute drive to Evelyn’s house. I was sweating profusely and breathing short, shallow breaths. This was such an important night and here I was ruining it because I was late. I drove eighty-five in a fifty-five, faster than I ever had before, on my way to her house. It was kind of like my fantasy about her, except instead of speeding heroically so I could comfort her sooner, I was driving frantically because I was having a mild panic attack.

I skidded to a stop in front of her house and hobbled on my artificial leg up to the front porch. She answered on the first knock, literally right after my fist made contact with the door, so when my hand returned for a second knuckle-rap the door was already opening and I nearly punched Evelyn with a palm-forward fist.

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