~come to a concert with me~

        who?

        ~Idk I just got handed a flyer on the street but there's hearts all over it so I'm betting there will be love songs~

        and why would I want to go to that

        ~because afterwards we can get coffee or something and debate about the lyrics and whether or not you're still a grouch about romantic music~

"Dude what are you smiling at?"

"Nothing. literally absolutely nothing." I texted back and stuffed my phone in my pocket before Derek could read the screen

        give me details. we'll talk about it.

"How suspicious and how full of shit."

"Wow. Harsh."

"Seriously. What's going on?"

"Nothing. Just talking to Eve.”

"I'm sorry, what? Details, bro."

"No, it’s nothing. Just talking about a concert."

“She invited you to a concert?”

“Maybe.”

"Dude," Derek stared at me "are you ready?"

“She’s just a friend.” Derek plopped his arm around my shoulders.

“Let me explain something to you, you sweet innocent child. You’ve been texting this girl a lot for like the past month and a half. She has memorized your coffee order and usually has it ready the exact second you order it. She has come over for a movie night, asked to plan more, and has now invited you to a concert. She likes you. If you agree to go to this concert, it’s a date. Are you ready to go on a date with this girl?” I shrug his arm off.

“If it was going to be a date, she’d say so. We’re just friends.”