Chapter Fifteen
Lasmid~Bad Boy
Caitlin
" What's your plan for the weekend", Lisa asked from the other side of the phone and I, with my phone between my left cheek and left shoulder trying with consistent failure to tie a chiffon scarf I got at the thrift store downtown last Friday, replied with a shrug she obviously wouldn't see "Nothing, just a stroll in the neighborhood perhaps, I'm not sure oh!", I answered with a dramatic exclamation as I've gotten to know Lisa for a while now and was aware of how quick she is in jumping into conclusion probably a shortcoming she suffers due to her closeness to the ground, she obviously had to jump to get anything, a thesis I'd come up with myself after days of studying her.
"So…..in short you're spending the weekend indoors", she stated, already brewing something that'd end with me out of the house, something I detest with passion.
"Get dressed will be over at your place in less than fifteen, okay", She said with no room for my ever-present excuses.