My Boyfriend’s Girlfriend
I shimmied into Danny's varsity jacket as we walked toward the parking lot, and pulled it tightly around my body.
Danny was standing against his red pickup truck, talking on the phone to someone, assumedly his mom. She hadn't been able to make it to the game tonight, since his little sister was sick all afternoon. I watched him as he ran a hand through his messy hair, chuckling at something his mom said. His mom was his kryptonite, he was an absolute mama's boy. He caught me out of the corner of his eye, and his face lit up.
"I gotta go, I love you." He said quickly, and hung up as I walked up to him. "Hi." He pulled me close to his side and leaned down to kiss my forehead.