Looking at the Truth

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

   "I'm home," I exclaimed.

   I don't understand why I said that since no one is really home. My mom and dad are at their jobs earning more money than a bank. My father is the CEO of a high marketing company, and my mom is his assistant. There are rare times they visit, so I'm alone most of the time, and life. Some people find that a good thing, parents not always around, nagging them to do things, so they can do whatever they want, but I find that a way to be disconnected with your family. Just because I'm a junior, I still want my parents around. It's so quiet and scary without anyone else here. Its better knowing someone's there than no one being there at all.

   Upstairs, I went to room and threw my stuff on my bed then changed into a tank top and shorts. I got my headphones from my desk and plugged it into my MP3 Player then collapsed on my bed with scattered papers of homework and textbook.

   Maybe it's me, but I feel weird about Mason coming over. My parent's, obviously, won't care much about boys which takes the anxiety away, but it's the thought of him coming over and he has a girlfriend. I'm not sure what will happen with us under the same roof alone, together. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster.

   Time passed when I was finishing all my homework, especially when I was listening to music. So when I saw it was a quarter after five, I felt goose bumps on my skin. I paused my loud music to hear the doorbell ringing repeatedly. Then it hit me.

   Mason was here.

   I totally forgot he was coming over at five o' clock, and it's been fifteen minutes later. I burst through my door and stumbled down the steps in great speed. He's probably thinking on leaving right now or that I'm a forgetful and spontaneous. Nice way to start a visit with from you crush.

   After tripping on the last step and hitting my hand on a nearby drawer, I got up and dusted myself before turning the doorknob. I had my hopes up on seeing him wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses and a heart melting smile, but when I opened the door he was wearing what he wore in school: dark blue shirt, brown pants and a green cap. He had his backpack strap on one side of his shoulder and was leaning by the wall.

   "What was the hold up?" he said, raising an eyebrow. He had on a sarcastic voice when he said that, so I don't think he's completely mad at me.

   I scratched my head. "Sorry, I was doing my homework while listening to loud music."

   "Oh, ok, I just got here, so if you weren't distracted, you'd be the one upset by me." He gave a small smile and brushed pass me to the living room.

   I closed the door before heading towards the kitchen to get an icepack for my hand after tripping and hitting the drawer. Mason laid on the couch with his hands behind his head and admiring the décor in the room: the giant flat screen TV, mauve satin curtains, and small antique figurines on a high shelf — some things my parents sent me not very long ago — a tall bookshelf, and a few family photos that I've kept. The rest I stored in a box deep under my bed. I'm glad Mason was here. Not a lot of people visit, and it makes me wonder if people actually want to be my friend. Neither Kori nor Payton ever do, so I don't see the point of having anyone else. But this is just a temporary thing with Mason here, though, I wish it would last forever.