A giggle escapes my lips as I look up at Gabe’s face. I’ve been known to do some pretty crazy stuff, but this is by far the crasiest.
“How am I going to get out of church?” I hear Gabe asking on my rinestone covered iPhone.
“Uhm… Beg?” I respond. “But I would throw your clothes down to me so your mother doesn’t ask why you have them.”
“Okay. Hold on.” Gabe says as he disappears from his window. He mumbles to himself as he looks for a bag and then his clothes. “Wait. What kind of clothes will I need?”
“Oh, pack a variety. We’re going cross country.” I exclaim.
I hear Gabe laugh at my over-excitement as usual and my smile widens on my face. I hear him moving things around. Then he reappears in his window. With one hand he opens the window and his other he is holding his bag. I place my phone in my pocket and step closer to his window. With practiced presision, Gabe tosses me his bag. I pull my phone back out of my pocket and say, “I’ll be waiting in the car. Don’t take to long, Hun!” and end the call.