"Stupid son-of-a-b***h...look what she did!"
"What? That? Oh, that's nothing. You should've seen the time when-"
"Oh shut up! It's my fault, and I'll clean it up."

Vase. On the floor. Broken. Whose fault? Mine. All Amanda's fault. Never anyone else's. Did he HAVE to be so rude about it? Why did she try to bring up when I crashed the go-cart into the brick wall outside of Wal-Mart. No one said she had to. That dumb a** Eric should know when to keep his damn insults to his damn self. No one said Diana needed to bring back that painful memory…er…what I can remember. I had a HUGE concussion afterward. Don’t remember much. Anyway, the name of the story has to have SOME sort of meaning, and…there was. Diana’s older brother was to-die-for HOT. What I mean is…blue flames couldn’t match him. He was the tall, dark, and handsome type, but MUCH more. Yeah, it sounds like lust, but…I’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. Before he was hotter than hot. Like you’d believe me anyway… Either way, he was brilliant. Not “2+2=4” brilliant, I mean “The hidden meaning in your actions is clear. You hated him, and wanted revenge for hurting your feelings” brilliant. So…hot…OFF TOPIC! Anyway, he was sitting down when the vase fell. Wasn’t my fault he was wearing leather pants that day…

“Use super-glue,” he suggested.
“What?” all three of us said.
“Super-glue. The glue with super-strength.”
“Witty remarks…bleh. Get the super-glue, Amanda. It’s your damn fault, and you’ll fix your damn mistake,” shouted Eric.
“No need to yell. I have some in my purse,” Amanda replied casually. She reached into her purse and pulled out the tiny container of the incredible, not-edible (learned from experience) glue of super-strength and started matching pieces back together. Diana helped.

“You know…I told him not to wear those tight pants today,” Diana consoled. “He knows you have a crush. He’s had one on you since…forever.” Whispering was the key.
“You serious?” Amanda asked, eagerly.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m totally for you two love-birds. I have a plan. You just leave it to me.”
“Uh…I dunno about this. I mean, your plans always turn out…well, I don’t know. They don’t turn out.”
The vase was almost finished.
“Oh, don’t you worry one bit. I, Diana, shall fix this!” With that last statement, the final piece was glued in. Seconds later, it fell apart.

“DAMN IT!” screamed Eric.
“Your own fault you buy such cheap pottery. Oh, and watch your damn language.” retorted Alex. He sat up and closed his book. “You should invest in something that will last longer. You know what kind of friends you have.” He winked at me. I could feel myself practically float. Minutes passed by. Then hours. I woke up on Alex’s bed with a rag on my forehead.

“Hey. You’re awake. You had us worried for a while there. Feeling ok?” he asked.
“Uh…yeah. Must’ve been something I ate this morning…” I replied. HE had made us lunch that afternoon. There was something funny about it though.
“That’s not too good. Are you sure it wasn’t lunch?”
“Yes. I’m very sure it wasn’t lunch.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want anything happening to you…”

Eric and Diana stood behind him. Eric looked like he was gonna faint himself. Diana, on the other hand, looked grave. “We should be heading home now, Alex. Amanda. Come on, we’ll take you home.”
“Thanks, Diana.”
“You’re welcome. Now, come on. Get up. I’m not carrying you out of here. Neither is Alex.”

She grinned slightly, and I could feel myself blush, and could’ve sworn I saw him blush too. Who could’ve known what would happen after that. Well, I sure as hell didn’t. Neither did Diana, but somehow, it felt like Eric knew.

*The Next Day*

The telephone rang. It rang again. And again. And again. I wasn’t about to get it. Nice, warm bubble bath, and the phone HAD to ring. Of course, mom brought me the phone while I was soaking, and it was Diana.

“Hey girl!”
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Look, I set you up on a blind date! Are you excited?!”
“Huh!? What? Why would you DO that!?”
“So, will you be ready at say…7:30 tonight?”
“But I-”
“Great! He’ll be there about 7:30. Wear that sexy red dress. Oh!, and I’ll come over about 6 to put your hair up. Ok?”
“Uh…”
“Great! Then it’s settled! I hope you have a good time!”
“Wait!-”
Click! She hung up on me!… Ah well. She had a message, and she delivered it. If the date went wrong, she’d apologize profusely tomorrow and BEG for my forgiveness. Oh, mind you I’m about 20, Sophomore in college, and am still a virgin. Yeah. Anyway, The night quickly crept on me. Stupid day-time television.

6:00. My date would soon be here. If you could call an hour and a half soon. Diana had brought all sorts of pins and cross-sticks to put my long, messy, blonde hair up into a bun. My “sexy” red dress had been given to my mother to “touch up”. The one with the split that stops just below the waist line. The one with a dragon climbing up the other side. Yeah, that one. Oh, and it was strapless. Gotta love Diana. If I make it through the night, she’ll die tomorrow for having me wear it.