Morning Shopping Trip

I had the morning off today, so I went shopping with my fellow Majorettes. (I am one of the five majorettes in the Marching band). The five of us really wanted to get some matching outfits for the school pep-rallies. This is always a trying task because we all have very different body types. Missy and Kiki have great curves; Liza is super-model tall and pretty thin; Tera is thinner, but heavy-chested. I’m a soccer player, so I have that athletic build that all the girls think is “so great” and all the guys think is flat.

Anyway, we were on our way into one of the local department stores when I noticed Jackson across the parking lot.

“Hey, Missy,” I said, “go on in. I’ll catch up.” Before she could say anything I was bounding across the parking lot calling Jason’s name.

I heard Liza laugh and say something along the lines of, “Damn, Kaylee and her boyz. He must be a drummer.” I might have said something to object to her implications, but there was no need.

In this case, Jackson was a drummer (a super talented drummer), and although he was way too cool to be one of my “boyz,” I have had a tiny crush on him ever since he jumped over a trash can during peewee soccer practice. His aerial feet stole my heart, and I immediately realized that he was, and always would be, way too cool for me.

He is a really nice guy though. As soon as he saw me, he picked up his skateboard (I told you he was cool!) and accepted my leaping bear-hug with all the grace in the world.

“Kaylee,” he greeted me with a cool smile. “What’s up?”

“Oh you know,” I tried to impersonate his cool demeanor, “not much I guess. Just doing some shopping with the girls. You know, majorette stuff.”

“I’ve still never seen you in a uniform.”

Jackson’s a Seventh-day Adventist. That is, he believe that Saturday is the Day of rest, the official Sabbath, so he doesn’t do much Friday nights because he’s preparing for the Sabbath…or something like that. Anyway, he’s not in the marching band, and he doesn’t come to many football games. If he does, he leaves early. So, no he had never seen me in my tiny, sparkly uniform, and yes, it made me really excited that he had thought of me in that tiny, sparkly uniform.

“Well, maybe…” I almost said ‘maybe we could make an arrangement,’ but I was afraid that would sound slutty, “you should come to a game. You know, just for a little while. And you could come see me in the stands.”

“Yeah.” His smile was so cool. “I might do that. I’ve gotta go to work. You should come by the store later.”

I stifled a shrill of excitement. “Cool,” I said, and went back to the department store. Jackson works at the local Winn Dixie, and I really wanted to go see him later.

It took way too long to pick out an outfit that looked good on all of the majorettes—as I predicted that it would. By the time we finally agreed, I was too eager to get home and get lunch, so I forgot about going by to see Jackson. And I didn’t remember until I got home, so now I’m spending what little time I have before work venting about it on my blog.

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