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some D-bag and you want to know if I want a milkshake?” I shrug again. “Fine, get me a strawberry milkshake and an order of onion rings,” he says as he climbs out of the truck. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He slams the door shut.
    I watch as he strolls in front of Roxie and Justin. Even though Third makes no movement to go to her, I can tell Roxie knows he’s there. Her body language changes; she goes stiff and takes a step away from Justin.
    Third takes forever in the bathroom and misses the food being delivered by the agitated waiter on roller skates. “Man I missed the waiter?” he asks as he gets back into the car. Third loves talking to the waiters about their “roller skate training” and annoying them more than they already are.
    “I cannot believe you didn’t go over and say something,” I say. That is what I would have done if it was Barbie with some dude “Man, you don’t know anything about girls, do you?” He picks up his milkshake and takes a sip.
    “And you do?” I grab a hand full of his onion rings.
    “A lot more than you, obviously. I am just making my presence known. I’m telling her, without saying anything to her, that I am right here if she needs me.” Wow. I am impressed with his strategy. Maybe I should take Third’s approach on women.
    We eat our food and watch Roxie, who is in an obvious argument with Justin. Her hands are flailing about in that way that girls have when they are angry, it’s like a choreographed dance.
    “When did girls become so much more important than video games, zombie movies and Larping?” Third asks me.
    “We only Larped once,” I correct him. I tap the brake pedal with the toe of my sneaker to the music.
    “Yeah, and that was my best day ever.” Third looks up, smiling. His hair is pressed to his forehead with sweat. God, it is freaking hot; like Hell opened up a vent and that vent is Alabama. I drag my hand across my own brow and then down my jeans.
    “Yeah, that was pretty cool, until you got your ass kicked by that huge woman dressed as the troll queen with her foam sword.” I laugh, remembering how fast Third ran from her, but she eventually caught up with him on the uphill.
    “Hey, she was pretty scary and her sword hurt like hell.” He smirks again and then sighs, shaking his head. “Yeah, now look at us. Instead of thinking how to conquer the next level of Zelda, I am trying to think of my next move to impress her.” He gestures towards Roxie. She is sitting on the curb now and Justin is gone. She looks like she wants to curl up into herself. That girl is so weird. I don’t know what he sees in her. Then again, I don’t know what Barbie ever saw in me, so who am I to judge? “I just can’t figure out what I am doing wrong with that girl.” He shakes his head.
    “I don’t think you are doing anything wrong. Just keep being yourself and she will come around and, if not, it’s her loss.” I give him the best piece of advice I can muster up, but I’m not sure it’s any good. My track record with women is not stellar; plus, I got that advice from my mom.
    “No. I don’t think so. I think I am going to lose no matter what I do, but you know what? I don’t care.” He smiles.
    “Dude, when did you grow up?” I ask, suddenly shocked at the change in my friend.
    He claps me on the shoulder and opens the truck door. “When you were too busy pouting and playing with your dolls.” I shake my head because he’s right. I was too busy being stubborn. Why was he picking up pieces I broke? “Wish me luck?” he says before jogging over to Roxie. He sits down next to her and drops his arm over her shoulders. She shudders, but lets him pull her closer.

Chapter 3.
Barbie
    The library is cold and several people are on computers, clicking away. Some of them glance at me as I walk passed, but no one makes eye contact. I walk to the back of the building and collapse into a soft, plush, gray chair. The heat is making me tired