greener grass

It’s about 5 o’clock and Melanie decided to go to her parents house until next Monday. I told her I needed to be at work and she said she understood. So I have the house to myself for 5 days.
I contemplate the small slip of paper in my hand. Would calling her today seem desperate? I doubt those stupid games really matter. Especially since this is purely platonic. After all I have Melanie.
Is it wrong to call her? I mean a conversation isn’t cheating. It’s just words. Friends of the opposite sex are deemed ok so there should be no problem. I know my thoughts aren’t innocent. If they were I would have no doubts about calling Kendra.
I pick up the phone. I dial the number. It rings twice. I start to panic and hang up. About 20 seconds later the phone rings. I know it’s her.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hi. This is Kendra Bonham. Did someone from this number just call here?” she asks. She almost sounds professional about it.
“Erm yea. It was me. My phone spazzed out on me. This is Gerard. From the comic book store. You gave me your number and---“
“Hey. How are you?” she cuts me off. I’m glad she saved me the embarrassment of continuing that nervous ramble.
“I’m okay thanks. You?” I’m trying to match her sweet and upbeat demeanor.
“I’m good. Hey listen I’m really glad you called but I just got out of the shower and my hair is still wet and all that so can I call you back or do you just want to make our date now real quick?”
“Umm date?” I ask. She’s definitely blunt about things. I’ve never seen a more straightforward girl.
“Yea. That’s why I gave you my number. I kind of thought you were checking me out so I thought it was safe to assume that you wanted to go out sometime.”
“Well I was checking you out and I would definitely love to go on a date with you and all---” I swear that after that I was going to say but I have a girlfriend. But she interrupted me too quickly.
“Great. Well I’m free tonight. We could go for a drink or a cup of coffee or maybe catch a flick. Whatever you want.”
“A movie sounds great.” I couldn’t say no. I was physically incapable.
“You got a car?” she asks.
“Yea but it’s not nice or anything.” I say. I hope she doesn’t expect me to be rich or anything. I hate girls like that. She shouldn’t expect me to be rich. I work in a fucking comic book store for a little more than minimum wage.
“Hey as long as it can run long enough to get us where we gotta be. I live in the apartment building across from the A&P. I’m number 36B. I’ll ring you up when you get to the lobby. Around 10 okay for you?” she explains
“Yea fine by me.”
“Bye hon. See ya at 10.” She hangs up without waiting for my response.