Caramel And Devin

Devin introduced himself to me formally in the middle of our first conversation.

“By the way, I’m Devin”, he said in a quietly unassuming tone, extending his hand. I took his hand in mine and shook it from across from across our desks, letting mine linger just a moment longer than necessary when I told
him my name. His eyes dropped downward and a rosy hue came to his face. I realized that my flirty little handshake actually made him blush! Hopefully it wasn’t just wishful thinking on my part.

One day, while walking home from school, we tossed around the idea of catching a movie or going to the mall to hang out and people watch so we exchanged phone numbers. So there I was at home one night itching to call
him. I picked up the phone, dialed his number, but then stopped and hung up. I repeated this process three times before I finally allowed my call to go through. When he picked up, I didn’t really know what to say and asked him if I’d caught him at a bad time, half-hoping he’d tell me that I did.

“No, I was just doing some homework”, he replied.

“On a Saturday night” Devin? “Instead of hanging out with some hot girls?”

“Well, yeah. See, I had three dates lined up consecutively for tonight, but they all fell through.”

“That’s not funny. You could actually do that if you wanted too, if you put yourself out there.”

“Yeah, you too, kiddo. So what’s your excuse for being at home tonight?”

“My dates fell through, too.”

“Well, in that case, we might as well be doing our homework together.”

I couldn’t believe my ears when he asked so I invited him over.

“Yeah, but it’s like ten o’clock already. Wouldn’t your folks mind?”

“I’ve lost track of the time. Weren’t your parents going to Atlantic City again this weekend?”

“Yeah, Dev. They should be getting there just about now. They won’t mind the hour. I think they’ll be just glad to see I have a new friend.”