“What was his name?”
“His name was Jax.”
“Hey! That’s my middle name.”
“Mmm-hmm…”
“What happened next?”
“Well, one night she was hanging out in their library, reading The Great Gatsby, and all of a sudden she heard his deep voice ask if she wanted to watch a movie with him. Of course, the girl was shocked because she had the biggest crush on him, and he was suddenly asking her if she wanted to hang out.”
“Did she?”
“They were going to, but as they were making the popcorn the girl’s mom interrupted them, so they didn’t get to hang out for very long.”
“Did the mom not want them to hang out?”
“The mom was super overprotective of her daughter.”
“Like you are with me?”
“Exactly like I am with you.”
“Whoa. That’s a lot.”
I chuckled. “It is.”
“Then what happened?”
“They didn’t see each other for a few weeks.”
“Why?”
“He was busy with football.”
“Football?” That made him sit up to look at me with wide eyes. “He played football like me?”
“He was the best.”
“Like the greatest?”
I nodded.
“Wow. What happened next?”
“They saw each other at a Halloween party, and she was dressed like a cheerleader to impress him, but he didn’t like her costume. So he threw her over his shoulder and marched them out of the party.”
His gaze lit up.
“Once they got to his truck, she wanted him to kiss her, but he refused.”
“Ewww ... kissing’s gross.”
I laughed. “You won’t think that forever. One day you’re going to kiss all the girls.”
“Mommm...” he whined. He was still at the stage where he thought girls were yucky. If he was anything like his father, it wouldn’t last long.
I ruffled his hair, continuing on, “Since he wouldn’t kiss her, she went to find another guy to be her first kiss, and he didn’t like that very much.”