Luke has already gotten dressed for the date but his only problem was finding someone seven years older than him to play the role of his loving boyfriend.
Sam was lying on his bed while giggling at him, “Ooh, you look good, bro. Maybe I'm wrong though, why don't I call your boyfriend and tell him to come check you out?”
Luke ignored him.
Getting mad at Sam would be meaningless.
He was certainly enjoying this.
“Oh, yeah, right. I don't have that asshole's number,” He announced and sat up, “ Why don't you call that guy you told me about?”
And again, Luke ignored him as he sprayed his cologne.
“You know the guy I'm talking about?” Sam asked, “That driver guy that saved you and your boyfriend from my girlfriend's father. What was his name again? Ken? Kevin? It starts with a K.”
“You mean Kyle?” Luke asked, turning to face Sam.
“Yes. Him.” Sam confirmed, kicking his legs up in the air, “He might help you out.”
“Kyle is a driver, Sam.” Luke gritted, “And he's always busy. Get that into that
