Page 22 of Four Letter Feelings

“Wow, that was so smooth I almost overlooked just how cheesy it was.” She giggled again.

“I love cheese.”

“Me too,” she answered, as she pulled a block of Post Its out from the drawer and jotted down her number. “If you ever want to study together, or… stuff… gimme a call.”

Taking the Post It from her he slipped it into his wallet before taking out his credit card to pay.

“Oh, I’ll definitely want to study, or… stuff.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her as he took the bag of books and enjoyed watching a flush creep into her cheeks as their hands brushed against each other. “See ya round,” he added before leaving the shop.

As soon as he was back out on the street, he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked his messages.

Nothing from Chelsea.

Swallowing his disappointment, he called AJ to ask if he needed anything brought back for lunch.

“I’m getting a Subway, man. You want some meatballs? You ain’t getting’ any of my balls, so if you want balls, you need to get your own.”

“You’re a complete adolescent, you know that, right?”

“It’s all part of my boyish charm,” he answered. “So, where are we on the balls?”

“I could definitely go for some balls.”

“Atta boy. Foot long, right? Ain’t nobody got time for a six inch.”

“Size matters, dude.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“Jer?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you suddenly talking like a gansta rapper?”

“’Cause I’m gangsta, yo.”

“Oh, Jesus.” AJ groaned and Jeremy chuckled. “I kissed a beautiful woman in an elevator and the lovely Adrianne in the bookstore just gave me her digits. She wants to hang out and do stuff. I found a place to stay, though. I’m putting it out there right now, if we room together beyond this year, we’re getting an apartment or something, I’m way too cool for dorm life – and I’m destined for a meatball sub. Life is good, man.”

AJ chuckled again. “Preach!”

***

Matt Nathanson was playing when he got back to their room.

“Don’t you ever listen to something… I dunno… upbeat?” Jeremy asked, as he burst into the room.

“Nathanson can be upbeat,” AJ answered, indignantly.

Throwing AJ his sub, Jeremy gave him a skeptical look, raising an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Sure he can.”

“Thanks for this, man. What do I owe you?”

“Don’t mention it.”

They sat on their beds and tore into their subs.

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