Double Date Read Free Page B

away.
    â€œI’m in a band,” Bobby told her. “Did you hear us? I mean, out in the hall?”
    She nodded. “A little.”
    â€œWe could use a singer,” Bobby told her. The idea had just popped into his head. “I’m a great guitar player. And I sing okay too. But we could use a girl singer. Maybe you or your sister—?”
    â€œSamantha might like that,” Bree replied thoughtfully. “Her voice is a lot stronger than mine.” She hesitated, moving a step and staring down into the open locker. “I don’t think I could sing rock music.”
    â€œYou’re quiet, huh?” Bobby asked.
    Pink circles formed on her pale cheeks.
    â€œQuiet like a mouse?” Bobby teased.
    She giggled. “Not
that
quiet.” Her hair fell over her eye again. She made no attempt to smooth it away.
    â€œOur band is playing at a club Friday night,” Bobby told her. “It’s a dance club for teenagers. On Old Mill Road. You know it? It’s called The Mill.”
    Bree shook her head. “No. We just moved here last year. I haven’t been—”
    â€œYou busy Friday night? Want to come hear us?” Bobby asked.
    He could see surprise in her eyes. The pink circles on her cheeks grew darker. “Well—”
    â€œWe wouldn’t have to stay at the club if you don’t like it,” he added quickly. “My band is doing just one set. We could leave right after. You know. Go somewhere else.”
    She raised her eyes to his and stared hard at him asif trying to read his thoughts. “Okay,” she said. “Sounds like fun.”
    â€œWay cool,” Bobby replied. He stepped back as she turned to pull her backpack out of the locker.
    â€œKnow where I live?” she asked. “It’s on Fear Street. Way at the end.”
    â€œI’ll find it,” Bobby told her. “See you Friday. About seven-thirty.”
    He flashed her his most winning smile, then took off for his locker. He knew she was watching him, admiring his walk.
    Piece of cake, he thought, very pleased with himself. That was almost too easy.
    She’s really shy, he decided. But I could see how excited she was that I asked her out.
    â€œOne down,” he murmured to himself, “and one to go.”
    â€œWay to go, man!” Arnie slapped Bobby an enthusiastic high-five.
    Bobby did an exaggerated strut around his bedroom. “I’m cool, I’m cool!” he chanted.
    â€œSo which one did you get a date with?” Arnie asked.
    â€œBree,” Bobby told him. “Rhymes with
me.
Bree and me!”
    â€œWhat rhymes with Samantha?” Arnie demanded. “Pink pantha?”
    As usual, Bobby didn’t laugh at his friend’s lame joke. “I’m cool. I’m cool!” He did a little more strutting around his bedroom.
    Arnie had stopped by after dinner, as he often did, mainly to avoid doing his homework. Bobby hadimmediately told him that he’d already asked Bree Wade out that afternoon and, of course, she’d said yes.
    â€œThey just can’t say no to Bobby the Man!” he cried. He slapped Arnie another high-five. “Who’s the Man, Arnie? Who’s the Man?”
    â€œYou the Man!” Arnie obediently replied. He dropped on top of Bobby’s red and white bedspread, sprawling on his back, resting his head in his hands. “What about her sister?”
    â€œI’m calling her right now,” Bobby said. “I’m glad you came by, man. You can listen. You can be a witness as I make history!”
    Arnie laughed. He was enjoying this as much as Bobby.
    Arnie is my biggest fan, Bobby realized. That’s why we’re such good friends.
    â€œYou’re really going to ask Samantha out for Saturday night?” Arnie asked, sitting up and stretching his arms up over his head.
    Bobby nodded, grinning as he reached for the cordless phone.
    â€œAnd you’re going to