The man must've been in his late forties. He already had some male pattern baldness forming. "Alright." He said in a grumpy attitude and rang us up. "Head on outside. They'll get you the balls and clubs." We followed instructions and walked outside. There were two young guys there. The one with the short haircut looked really cute. I blushed. Thankfully my brother didn't notice. He would make it extremely embarrassing. My family walked up and I stayed behind. The guy with the slightly longer hair gave my parents the clubs and balls. I was last up as my family started for the first course.
The really cute one was the one to give me the golf ball. ""What size club do you want?" She said. Well, I thought this person was a guy, but it turned out to be a girl. For some reason I couldn't stop feeling flustered. "Uh, normal size." I said. "Alright, I think I can do that." She hands me everything I need." "What's your name?" she asks. It surprised me. Why would she ask for my name? Does she think I'm cute? I pushed the idea to the back of my mind. "Aubrey." "Oh. cool. I'm Jessica." She said smoothly. I thought she seemed like one of those people who could make you fall for them with just one word.
What was I thinking? She's a girl. I started to realize that maybe it didn't matter. I reacted just the same. Startled at this I say "Nice to meet you. See you later." I tried to be as casual as possible. I walked back to my family trying to act like my usual self. "Took you long enough." My brother said. He was clearly annoyed. "We already went. Your turn." I eyed down the center and putted. "Yes!" I shouted a little too loudly. I had gotten a hole in one. "I got the score card." My mom assured me. The game was on.
We finally reached the pirate ship with me in the lead. This was now or nothing. My brother wasn't too far behind. He had gotten surprisingly competitive as well. I eyed the position of the hole in the course, I situated myself and swung. I didn't get a hole in one. Not even close. My brother scoffed. "Watch this." He said smugly. With a quick movement he swung the club forward. The funny thing was he did worse than me. I tried to stifle a laugh. I failed. Dad and mom took their turns. While they did better than the two of us. They had a ways to go. We kept going until we made it in. We turned in our clubs while my mom tallied the scores. The girl wasn't here at the moment. Maybe her shift ended. We got here shortly after we ate and it was already nearing one o'clock. I wanted to go for another round.
"I'm hungry. Where are we going to have dinner at?" "Dinner?" I questioned him. "We already planned lunch earlier if you were listening." "Oh, my fault." I was perplexed at how lunch was already planned without me knowing. Shouldn't I be a part of that?
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