finished, which was all too soon, I prepared my speech and headed upstairs to her bedroom. I needed to know why she tried to sabotage my study date. Why would she purposely try to embarrass me in front of Tristen? Maybe she was unaware of my sudden uncontrollable yearning for food. But how could she forget the episode just the night before? And about that…I needed to ask her what was wrong with me. She was a doctor, she should at least have some idea as to why I had been feeling…different lately.
And what about the pomegranate juice? I knew she said she made a fresh batch last night. How could it have all been gone? I had never seen her drink it before. As a matter of fact, I could remember her saying it was too sweet for her, and that she prefered something less sugary.
I made my way to her bedroom and knocked on the door. When she didn’t answer, I slowly opened the door into darkness. She was asleep. Great. I closed the door quietly and headed into my bedroom, making mental notes of all of my questions. I will just have to ask her in the morning.
The following day, I awoke to the smell of bacon, sausage, and the usual aromas of a breakfast feast. Before I knew it, I was throwing the covers off of me and heading down the stairs. I was starved.
I entered the kitchen to find dishes full of my much loved breakfast foods…and a note. I grabbed a piece of bacon and the note.
Gracie,
I had to head out early to work. As you can see, breakfast is made and lunch is already in your bag for school.
I will see you this afternoon. Please be sure to eat your breakfast and your lunch today.
I love you.
Mom.
Huh…well she certainly didn’t have to worry about me finishing breakfast.
Phoebe smacked me on the arm when I met her in our usual spot for our walk to school. “Why didn’t you call me last night after your date!” she yelled.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry,” she apologized.
“Phoebe! I was just tired.”
“So, did you guys…you know,” she wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
It was my turn to smack her on the arm. “No! It wasn’t like that.”
“Ouch!” she smiled and smacked me again. “So what was it like?”
I rubbed my arm, again, and smiled. My heart began the race as the memory of sitting so close to Tristen flooded my mind. “We just…studied.”
“That’s it?” Phoebe asked. I knew she would be disappointed. In her mind, Tristen would have walked into the house, thrown me on the kitchen table, and had his way with me. Although that scenario didn’t sound too bad, my version would have included the food laid out over everything. Maybe he would be feeding some to me? I smiled again.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Okay with what?” I lost my train of thought.
“G, you had the hottest guy in school, the guy that you have been daydreaming about for like, ever, at your house…and you didn’t make a move?” This was preposterous to Phoebe. She was not some easy chick, but she would have at least made it to first base with him.
“Well Phoebe, not all of us have the guts that you do. I couldn’t just make out with him right there in my kitchen…when my mother is keeping one eye on us.”
“Oh, right. Mom was there. So, was there at least some flirting going on?” She sounded defeated, but hopeful.
“You can say that.” I smiled. “He told me I was beautiful.”
Phoebe shoved me. “Get out!”
I wanted to punch her for hitting that same arm for the third time, but I couldn’t help the grin creeping across my face. Tristen Miles thought I was beautiful.
“So, are you guys gonna hang out again?”
“He asked me about Halloween.”
“Is he coming with us?” She could not contain herself any longer.
“Well, I sort of asked him to. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I know it’s normally just me and you. It just kind of came out. He probably won’t even—”
“No! It’s perfect. Eric wants to come hang out with us too. It’ll be a double date!”
A double date. A date.
And what about the pomegranate juice? I knew she said she made a fresh batch last night. How could it have all been gone? I had never seen her drink it before. As a matter of fact, I could remember her saying it was too sweet for her, and that she prefered something less sugary.
I made my way to her bedroom and knocked on the door. When she didn’t answer, I slowly opened the door into darkness. She was asleep. Great. I closed the door quietly and headed into my bedroom, making mental notes of all of my questions. I will just have to ask her in the morning.
The following day, I awoke to the smell of bacon, sausage, and the usual aromas of a breakfast feast. Before I knew it, I was throwing the covers off of me and heading down the stairs. I was starved.
I entered the kitchen to find dishes full of my much loved breakfast foods…and a note. I grabbed a piece of bacon and the note.
Gracie,
I had to head out early to work. As you can see, breakfast is made and lunch is already in your bag for school.
I will see you this afternoon. Please be sure to eat your breakfast and your lunch today.
I love you.
Mom.
Huh…well she certainly didn’t have to worry about me finishing breakfast.
Phoebe smacked me on the arm when I met her in our usual spot for our walk to school. “Why didn’t you call me last night after your date!” she yelled.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry,” she apologized.
“Phoebe! I was just tired.”
“So, did you guys…you know,” she wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
It was my turn to smack her on the arm. “No! It wasn’t like that.”
“Ouch!” she smiled and smacked me again. “So what was it like?”
I rubbed my arm, again, and smiled. My heart began the race as the memory of sitting so close to Tristen flooded my mind. “We just…studied.”
“That’s it?” Phoebe asked. I knew she would be disappointed. In her mind, Tristen would have walked into the house, thrown me on the kitchen table, and had his way with me. Although that scenario didn’t sound too bad, my version would have included the food laid out over everything. Maybe he would be feeding some to me? I smiled again.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Okay with what?” I lost my train of thought.
“G, you had the hottest guy in school, the guy that you have been daydreaming about for like, ever, at your house…and you didn’t make a move?” This was preposterous to Phoebe. She was not some easy chick, but she would have at least made it to first base with him.
“Well Phoebe, not all of us have the guts that you do. I couldn’t just make out with him right there in my kitchen…when my mother is keeping one eye on us.”
“Oh, right. Mom was there. So, was there at least some flirting going on?” She sounded defeated, but hopeful.
“You can say that.” I smiled. “He told me I was beautiful.”
Phoebe shoved me. “Get out!”
I wanted to punch her for hitting that same arm for the third time, but I couldn’t help the grin creeping across my face. Tristen Miles thought I was beautiful.
“So, are you guys gonna hang out again?”
“He asked me about Halloween.”
“Is he coming with us?” She could not contain herself any longer.
“Well, I sort of asked him to. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I know it’s normally just me and you. It just kind of came out. He probably won’t even—”
“No! It’s perfect. Eric wants to come hang out with us too. It’ll be a double date!”
A double date. A date.
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