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weekend,” Erica asked, looking up from her phone. Ever since I can remember, Erica has called her parents by their first names. They never corrected her and they never seemed to care. People thought it was odd, but Erica thought it was cool and made her look mature. I didn’t know what to think, because I never put a lot of thought into Erica’s bazaar antics and life style. She was a “free spirit” she called herself.
    Guys really liked Erica. She was a huge flirt, and the guys really ate it up. She either claimed to be or chose to be part Italian and spoke her mind about everything, using her being an Italian as an excuse . I sometimes wondered if she had enough Italian in her to warrant the excuse, but chose not to question it. She did have the darker skin and straight dark black hair. I assumed she was part Native American , but heaven forbid ask her if that was a possibility and burst her bubble. I had so much fun with her. The biggest thing that annoyed me about Erica was her always trying to hook me up on a date. She was far from a matchmaker, more like keep this guy’s friend occupied so I can be alone with his friend. I also wondered why Erica made herself so available to guys since she was pretty enough to be selective. But Erica was Erica and we all learned to accept her as is. Erica was still a virgin, had done everything but actually “ go all the way”, but was starting to act a little desperate to finally change that status.
    “Yeah, I’d like to stay over if its okay,” I said. “I think my parents already left town.”
    “She said its fine. Just making sure to get “your” food,” she said with a hint of resentment. “She won’t allow me to be a picky eater, but goes freako when it comes to you.”
              “She doesn’t have to go freako. I’ll eat what’s in your house.”
    “No, No, we have to make our guest happy,” she winked. “Oh!” she shrilled, “There’s M att !”
    Ma tt was so annoying. He thought he was a surfer dude when we lived in Missouri . I bet he had never even seen the ocean. He even had that stoned sounding surfer voice.
    “M att !” Erica yelled, motioning him and his clone over.
    He sauntered over to our table and sat in the booth behind us.
    Erica started putting on the charm.
    “Eleven,” I pointed out the window, trying to ignore the intruders.
    “Come on, Alex,” Erica jumped up, trying to pull me out of the booth. “They want to walk to the ball park to hang out. Let’s go.”
    “I really don’t want to. You are on crutches. That’s not a short distance.”
    She leaned over to me, “Side bar.”
    I rolled my eyes, knowing she wanted to go off to the side to discuss it further.
    I got up and walked to the other side of the room : Erica hobbling after me.
    “I can’t go with both guys. Lee needs someone to hang out with.”
    “I don’t want to hang out with Lee. No desire to speak to him at all.”
    “Please!” S he whined. “Please! Ma tt won’t go unless Lee goes.”
    “Take Kaitlyn . She is talking to him. That’s more than what I would do.”
    “You can be such a snob,” Erica said.
    “I am not a snob. I don’t want to go hang out with a guy that I don’t know while you disappear to make out with his friend. I have done that a million times for you. They are starting to think that if his friend is getting action from you, I should be giving it, too.”
    “And I love you for that,” she smiled and headed back to the table, leaving me wondering if she even understood what I was saying.
    “ Kaitlyn , you are going with us,” she ordered.
    “Fine,” Kaitlyn said, “But we only have an hour before my mom picks me up.”
    I watched as they walked out, shaking my head when I saw M att take her crutches away and start playing with them. As I was getting ready to get up to go get them for her he handed them back and they went on their way. I looked to the right and saw Michael’s car drive by. My heart