Page 66 of Brick Wall
A few short minutes later, we are deep diving into our schedules, and as I predicted, our schedules don’t conflict as much as they previously did.
All right, I may have pulled up his football schedule already and compared it against mine, so I already had some idea. However, this is a much better idea because we can review the schedules together and figure out a plan in person, and hopefully find some extra time in there somewhere. Fingers crossed.
Most of my upcoming volleyball games fall on Friday and Sunday, and all his remaining games fall on Sunday, with the exception of one, which is a bummer for our weekends.
“You play in California?” Sebastian questions as he’s looking at my ACC game schedule.
It’s a legit question, especially since it’s the Atlantic Coast division and California in no way borders the Atlantic Ocean. I rarely question divisions in any sport anymore, as they rarely make sense to me.
“Yeah. Do you go back home to California for any of the holidays?”
“I’d like to, but it usually doesn’t work out too well, especially when games fall on the actual holiday.”
“Ouch, yeah. Didn’t your games fall on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day last year?”
“Excellent memory,” he says, pointing his pen at me. “It’s not always that bad. I’ve only played three Thanksgiving games in my career.”
“And this year isn’t one of them,” I say, looking at the schedule on my lap. “Are you going home this year?”
“Nah, it’s too hard and too far. We have practice all week still. Sometimes, one of the guys will invite me over, and I may do that.”
I curl my tongue under my teeth.Girl, just ask.
“Do you want to come to my family’s house for Thanksgiving?”
There. I did it.
He doesn’t give me an instant answer, so I continue. “It would be in Plymouth, just like the first Thanksgiving.”Really, Annie. You had to add that fun fact in there?“We usually have dinner at three, but we can delay if needed, or you can stop by for dessert later. You can, of course, go see teammates instead,” I ramble.
“I’d love to come to Thanksgiving with you. I may be late because we have practice that day.”
“Okay, great! Full disclosure: all my brothers will be there.”
“I figured. I need to talk to them about some foundation stuff, anyway.”
“Oh! Does your sister Scarlett go home for Thanksgiving, too? Does she want to come with us? Your other sister is obviously invited too if she’s around.”
“I’m not sure what their plans are, but I’ll ask. Thank you.”He seems touched that I asked.
We go over more of our schedules, and I ask what his plans are for his upcoming bye week.
“I’m not sure. Sometimes I fly to California to visit my mom, especially when the holidays won’t work, but it depends on where it lands on the schedule.”
“Toward the end of October—that’s a good bye week,” I state.
“And the same weekend, you’ll be away in California.”
I start to feel sad that I’ll be away when he’s off, but he just waggles his brows suggestively at me. Is he telling me something?
“Wait—do you want to come with me? You can fly out before if you want to make it a longer trip. I’ll only be there for the weekend.”
“Yes, I’d love to go on your road trip with you,” Sebastian says with a smile.
I love how we are making plans for the upcoming few months. It makes me feel like Sebastian is on the same page as me.
I look over the schedules again, and I see we made a lot of plans for Tuesdays in the upcoming weeks ahead. I’m feeling positive about my future.
“You, my friend, are going to get sick of me on Tuesdays,” I tease.
