sure.
“Boring!” Amands says in a sing-song voice that I find annoying. “Lucky for you, I came along.”
“Lucky, huh? How so?”
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out two tickets, holding them up. “New stand-up act tonight over at Clark Street, and my roomie just flaked on me. But that’s okay. You’re much cuter.” She smiles. “What do you say? Want to go have some fun tonight?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
~Landon~
I ’m not particularly interested in Amanda or her flirting, but she knows me and she knows I like comedy night at Clark Street. “Who’s the act?” I ask. If it’s somebody lame that I’ve seen before, she can forget it.
She glances at the tickets. “Randy Collins. You heard of him?”
Man, have I ever. “Heck, yeah. He’s supposed to be a trip. I’ve been wanting to see him.” I don’t even try to keep the enthusiasm out of my voice.
Amanda grins. “I guess that’s a yes, then?”
I hesitate, but not for long. It doesn’t have to be a date, I tell myself. Nothing like that has to happen. But no way can I pass up an opportunity to see Randy Collins. “It’s a yes,” I tell Amanda. “I just need to run upstairs first. Give me ten minutes.”
I dash up to my room, and Lucas isn’t there anyway. I guess it is a good thing Amanda came along or I might have been eating alone. I toss my backpack on my desk and change shirts—into something slightly nicer—and I’m back downstairs in less than ten minutes.
I probably shouldn’t, but I let Amanda hold my hand as we walk the three blocks from campus up to the comedy club. There’s already a pretty good crowd when we get there, but some decent tables are left.
“Shall we grab that one in the third row?” Amanda points to it. “Close to the front, but not too close.”
“Good thinking,” I say. Since I don’t know for sure what to expect from this act, it may not be one you want to sit in the first row for, where sometimes spectators are ripe for being picked on and embarrassed. “Since you got the tickets, I’ll get the food. What do you want?”
“Burger and fries,” Amanda says. “Thanks.”
“Coming up.” I go up to the counter to order our food, making sure I show them my student ID card for a discount. The food’s not great here, just a step above fast food, but that’s fine. I’m not here for the food, or even the company. I’m just here for the comedy act.
It starts out with failed pick-up lines, and I get a chuckle out of a few. I don’t care as much for the political jokes, and I’m really glad he steers clear of religious ones. The best part of the night, at least for me, is when he gets into the sports jokes.
Collins knows his audience, that’s for sure, tossing out some New York Rangers jokes that leave most of the crowd laughing, before launching into the big hit—Yankees jokes—which turn the laughs into howls. All in all, I enjoy the act, but Amanda has a bored expression on her face by the time it’s done.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It was okay, I guess. Not really my thing.” It’s a reminder that I don’t have much of anything in common with her, which is one reason why things sort of fizzled out for me after a few dates.
“Sorry about that. I liked it, though. Thanks for inviting me.”
“I know you like comedy,” Amanda says. “And I haven’t seen you in a while.” We get up to leave, and she links her hand through mine again. “So where are we going now?”
That’s the problem with accepting her invitation. She probably thinks it’s a date and I’m hers for the night, when I really only wanted to see Randy Collins. “I should probably just go back to my dorm,” I say, feeling a little guilty for possibly leading her on and making her think something might happen between us.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Amanda says. “Come back to mine. I told you my roommate’s gone.” She leans closer to me, and I pull away and wrench my hand
“Boring!” Amands says in a sing-song voice that I find annoying. “Lucky for you, I came along.”
“Lucky, huh? How so?”
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out two tickets, holding them up. “New stand-up act tonight over at Clark Street, and my roomie just flaked on me. But that’s okay. You’re much cuter.” She smiles. “What do you say? Want to go have some fun tonight?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
~Landon~
I ’m not particularly interested in Amanda or her flirting, but she knows me and she knows I like comedy night at Clark Street. “Who’s the act?” I ask. If it’s somebody lame that I’ve seen before, she can forget it.
She glances at the tickets. “Randy Collins. You heard of him?”
Man, have I ever. “Heck, yeah. He’s supposed to be a trip. I’ve been wanting to see him.” I don’t even try to keep the enthusiasm out of my voice.
Amanda grins. “I guess that’s a yes, then?”
I hesitate, but not for long. It doesn’t have to be a date, I tell myself. Nothing like that has to happen. But no way can I pass up an opportunity to see Randy Collins. “It’s a yes,” I tell Amanda. “I just need to run upstairs first. Give me ten minutes.”
I dash up to my room, and Lucas isn’t there anyway. I guess it is a good thing Amanda came along or I might have been eating alone. I toss my backpack on my desk and change shirts—into something slightly nicer—and I’m back downstairs in less than ten minutes.
I probably shouldn’t, but I let Amanda hold my hand as we walk the three blocks from campus up to the comedy club. There’s already a pretty good crowd when we get there, but some decent tables are left.
“Shall we grab that one in the third row?” Amanda points to it. “Close to the front, but not too close.”
“Good thinking,” I say. Since I don’t know for sure what to expect from this act, it may not be one you want to sit in the first row for, where sometimes spectators are ripe for being picked on and embarrassed. “Since you got the tickets, I’ll get the food. What do you want?”
“Burger and fries,” Amanda says. “Thanks.”
“Coming up.” I go up to the counter to order our food, making sure I show them my student ID card for a discount. The food’s not great here, just a step above fast food, but that’s fine. I’m not here for the food, or even the company. I’m just here for the comedy act.
It starts out with failed pick-up lines, and I get a chuckle out of a few. I don’t care as much for the political jokes, and I’m really glad he steers clear of religious ones. The best part of the night, at least for me, is when he gets into the sports jokes.
Collins knows his audience, that’s for sure, tossing out some New York Rangers jokes that leave most of the crowd laughing, before launching into the big hit—Yankees jokes—which turn the laughs into howls. All in all, I enjoy the act, but Amanda has a bored expression on her face by the time it’s done.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It was okay, I guess. Not really my thing.” It’s a reminder that I don’t have much of anything in common with her, which is one reason why things sort of fizzled out for me after a few dates.
“Sorry about that. I liked it, though. Thanks for inviting me.”
“I know you like comedy,” Amanda says. “And I haven’t seen you in a while.” We get up to leave, and she links her hand through mine again. “So where are we going now?”
That’s the problem with accepting her invitation. She probably thinks it’s a date and I’m hers for the night, when I really only wanted to see Randy Collins. “I should probably just go back to my dorm,” I say, feeling a little guilty for possibly leading her on and making her think something might happen between us.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Amanda says. “Come back to mine. I told you my roommate’s gone.” She leans closer to me, and I pull away and wrench my hand
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