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I laughed. "Just sign me up for whatever I can help with. I'll do what I can, when I can. When the season is finished, we can?—"
I stopped. What was I doing? By the time the season was over, our act would be too. She'd get on with her life. I'd get on with mine. Why was I even thinking about making any kind of plans? I was getting caught up in the moment. That was all.
"We can see what happens then," I finished, sounding lame. "That's a ways off."
"Yeah, it is," she agreed. her gaze lingered on mine for a while and she looked like she might ask what I was thinking.
Honestly, I wasn't sure I knew. We had no future together, that was the whole point of all of this. We were friends, helping each other.
Friends could make plans too, couldn't they? Of course they could. Mine rarely went past the weekend, or a short vacation in Queensland, or somewhere warm like that. I didn't plan for months, years ahead.
So why could I see her in my life for a long time?
I sipped my coffee and tried to get my head straight.
"Our little non-prank on Bam was fun," I said finally.
"Yes," she said, as though happy to grab on to a subject that wasn't too awkward. "Not doing things can be as fun as doing them."
"A lot less messy too," I said. "And the only person glaring at me over it was Bam."
"He's still going to get you back for it though, isn't he?" she asked.
"Without a doubt." I grimaced. "He still owes me for the styrofoam ball prank."
When she looked at me questioningly, I explained what I did.
"How did you get them in there?" she asked.
I grinned. "That's a prankster's secret," I replied.
"You had help?" she guessed. "From someone with the keys?"
"A magician never tells." I tapped the side of my nose.
"You're a magician now?" she teased.
"Absolutely," I said with a nod. "Master at the magic of pranking." Bam would say I'm a master of something that rhymes with pranking, but Ashely was more kind.
"As long as you don't prank me, then I'll let you have your title," she said graciously.
"Thank you. You need one too." I thought. "How about the Queen of Mint?"
She snorted so hard a couple of drops of coffee flew out her nose. While she grabbed a tissue and wiped her now bright red face, I almost doubled over laughing.
"No mint," she said finally. "Queen of Anti-mint, maybe."
"What is anti-mint?" I asked. "Basil? Thyme? Bright pink?"
"No. No. And definitely not." She laughed. "I think I need something better than that."
"You did have a lot of footballs," I remarked, my expression deadpan.
When she realised what I was implying, I had to duck to the side to avoid being socked on the arm.
"I'll leave Ruler of Balls to one of you guys," she said dryly.
I chuckled. "But Queen of Balls has such a ring to it."
