“Pleasure to meet you my lady,” Mike said then kissed her hand drawing awes from the other girls, but Christina wasn’t buying it.
“You think you’re slick, but I know what you’re trying to do and it aint happening.”
“Sorry but you’re not my type,” Mike said cool as ever.
“Oh?”
“Yes, you’re much too innocent. I wouldn’t feel right corrupting you.”
“Really now?” Christina said leaning into Mike with a predatory glare in her eyes.
“Yep and I’ll prove it to you. Here hold this for a second. I need to go talk to my friend Jack for a minute.” He handed her his inhaler then walked away.
Jack watched the exchange with a quizzical look on his face and shook his head. Straight guys are so weird sometimes, but there was something familiar about the other boy—no. It was probably his mind playing tricks. There must be a million Mikes in the Metro-Detroit area alone. There was no way–but could it be?
“Sorry about that but duty called. Now where were we?” Mike plopped down beside him as if nothing had happened.
“Um what heck was all that about?” Jack said pointing to the Screw Crew and the girls.
“Oh that was just me using the asthma kid opener, disarming the obstacle and then pumping BT.”
“Umm OK, but why’d you give her your inhaler?”
“Oh I used it as a lock in prop so I have an excuse to go talk to her later.”
“What?”
“I sear, you’re totally AFC,” Mike said pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing, “Never mind son, you’re a lost cause. So like I was saying, I used to know a Jack back in middle school. We were tight like white on rice and he had these bad ass twin brothers.”
He rested his hands behind his head, but Jack didn’t notice. He was too busy having a mini meltdown.
“B. is it? You said your name was Michael right?”
“Yeah why?”
“Did you go by Mike when you were younger?” Jack drummed his fingers on the counter.
“Yeah, why?” And then it hit him, the same shade of blonde hair and those hazel eyes.
“Pinky, are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
“Yes, but where are we going to hook up with all these people around?”
Mike crushed Jack in a bear hug.
“You shit head why didn’t you tell me you moved back? And eww.”
“We just got back like three days ago and are still unpacking, but what about our promise? You pinky swore we’d keep in touch you asshole,” Jack said and socked Mike in the arm.
“Look dude, give me your number and we’ll catch up OK?” Mike grinned showing off his elongated canines and dimpled cheeks.
“Sure man, you promise?” Jack’s face blushed and brought out his eyes.
“Yeah I pinky swear,” he looked around, and when he was sure no one was looking, locked his pinky with Jack’s and they did a one arm hug and parted ways.