Along the way

Kyle climbed into the back seat of the car as gracefully as he could. He so longed for the days when he was in sneakers and jeans and didn’t have to worry about “looking cute” or flashing panties getting into and out of cars.

The obligatory pop music was blaring as he stared out the window, wistfully wishing he didn’t have to wear a bra. He was lost in his thoughts when he abruptly heard Darla say, “Earth to Kylie! What do you think?”

“Um.... OK?” You answered, unsure of what had just happened.

Robin grinned, looking into the back seat at Kyle in the rear view mirror. “Ok, google, send a text to Chrissie.”

A brief pause, and he phone replied, “What do you wish it to say?”

“Kylie is interested, period. Tell your brother to pick her up at 7 tomorrow. Send now.”

“Wait, what?” Kyle said, shocked at the had just happened. “Brother? Unsend that!”

“Too late,” Robin said, grinning into the back seat at Kyle. “You have a date tomorrow night with my other cousin, Greg. I figured if we can fix Sam up, why not you, too? He’s nice! You’ll like him!”

“And he’s hot,” Darla said. “Summer fling!”

“But I can’t go on a date tomorrow!” Kyle complained.

“Oh?” Melissa said. “What do you have planned?”

Kyle stammered, unable to think of any valid excuse.

“Then you have a date with Greg tomorrow night at seven!” Robin said, still grinning. Kyle heard the phone buzz. Why did the universe hate him?