The Fill - In Boyfriend
Episode 38's

The librarian's face shone with understanding. “Did you just break up? I have a book on how to deal with it. "

“No, I didn't do it. I just want to read a biography. What biography is most popular? ”

"Presidents are quite popular like Einstein, Anne Frank, Cleopatra."

“Cleopatra? Is she the queen of Egypt or what? ”

“Yes, the last pharaoh of Egypt. She was a strong woman who was often cruel. She refuses to share power with her brother. ”

"Yes. That. Where's?"

"Let me show you."

I was forty pages old when I got the text from Hayden.

You all right?

Did you know that Cleopatra had to marry her own brother ?! Marry her!

Um. . .

That's common. But disgusting, isn't it? She hated. Especially since he did not want to share power with her. I'm sure he didn't make a "documentary" starring him, so really, I don't know what the meat is. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Did you just use the word "beef" in a sentence?

Are you having trouble with that?

Maybe me. Where are you

I found the depth.

Are you all right?

I showed the video to my parents.

What are they saying?

I don't know. I'll know soon enough.

I was afraid to see my parents react. I was angry enough for my brother. I'm not sure I can handle more anger when facing their heartache as well. Especially since I rarely see them get hurt. They are so good at playing The Perfect Parents that I'm not sure how The Devastated Parents look like. My phone vibrated with an incoming call and I answered it with a whisper.

"Hello?"

“Why are you whispering?”

I closed the book, left it on the table, and walked towards the door. I'm at the library.

Is that where all the Cleopatra facts came from?

I opened the door and stepped out. A gentle breeze lifted the hair off my forehead and I sat down on a nearby bench. "Yes. What are you doing?"

"Not much. I'm calling because you didn't answer my SMS. "

I'm stumped. “I answered your text, like, five times. Did you send me to each other? ”

“You avoided my question, like, five times. I asked if you were okay. ”

“Oh. Ja. I guess. I don't know. "

She laughs. “Is this a multiple choice?”

"My brother's just a jerk, you know."

"Oh I know. I'm sorry, Gia, really. "

"Just practice the scene."

“You want ice cream? I'll line up with you. "

He hummed a little and I thought he would reject me so I added, “My friends and I always get ice cream when something bad happens. That's how I handle a lot of things. " I grimaced, angry that I chose to make her feel sorry for me again to make her meet me.

“OK, sure. Send me the address. ”

ARTICLE 25

It was only after I hung up the phone and texted him the address that I realized that I was not dressed that was appropriate for a date. It's not a date. But it must be I-fancies-at-men-this-and-want-she-to-really-as-me-and-not-continuing-to-feel-s-for-me-so-I-should-not-appear-at-yoga-pants-and-a-tank- with-no-makeup kind of thing. But it's too late. He has to look at me like this unless I want to cancel.

I don't want to cancel. That doesn't matter. He has seen my brother's home video about me and I have seen — well, besides stupid and shallow — terrible. And maybe worrying about him seeing me look awful on top of the shallow and shallow makes me even more stupid and shallow, but that's how I feel. And I really wanted to see it, so I got rid of that thought. I had a bad day and the idea of meeting him was the only interesting thing so far.

It's cold ice cream shop. I wondered if they should keep it cold for ice cream or if that was the preference of the workers. Because as an ice cream eater, I wanted a little warmth. I always end up at the metal table outside.

I looked at all the flavors again while I waited for Hayden, unsure if I should order without him or wait.

"Are you ready?" the man behind the counter asked.

“I'm still waiting for someone,” I said again.

“You went to my school,” he said. “Gia, right?”

My eyes are on him. Someone I don't know. Being in leadership allows people to know my name and I don't know their name in return, but I feel very sensitive about that fact these days. "Have we met before?"

"No."

"Good," I said with a sigh, then realized the sound. "I mean, instead of me not wanting to meet you, I just thought I forgot your name."

He pointed to his sign, which read, Blake.

“Oh. Good. I mean, I think I should have known your name without having to look and."

“Are you ready to order?”

I raised an eyebrow. Did I take that habit from Hayden?

“Oh yes, you are waiting for someone.” Why did he say it like he didn't believe me? I didn't wait too long, did I? I glanced at my phone. I've been here for fifteen minutes. Maybe Hayden won't come at all.

“I will wait outside. . is what I was going to say a few days ago. "

A line of confusion formed between his eyebrows.

“Jadi. . . ” My eyes switch to his nametag again. "Blakes. Are you a senior? ”

"Yes." Yeah."

I'm nodding. "What's your story?"

"What?"

“I mean, what do you like to do? Do you like sports? ”

"I'm running."

"Cool."

The open door was accompanied by a beeping sound and I turned towards him with a sigh of relief.

Hayden greeted me with his gentle smile. He was wearing glasses that I almost forgot he was wearing. He looks so sweet in it. How can I think a guy with glasses isn't my type? I feel like whatever Hayden is wearing at this point will be my type. "Hey." He doesn't even wear my clothes as I thought. He just walked over to my side and observed the feeling with me.