Wishing I Was 23

↞chapter one↠

Lanie's POV:

I knocked on the door. The house seemed way too quiet to contain so many people. The door swung open, and a bored- looking Riker was standing there.

"What brings you to this fine establishment?" he said in a British accent.

"Rydel said she wanted me to come over today, but I'm guessing I'm a little early for her," I said.

"Yeah. She's not home. Actually, nobody but me is, "he said with almost no expression."Come in! I'm soooo bored." He dramatically flailed his arms which caused me to laugh. We walked into the kitchen, and I started rummaging through their fridge. Yes, I just did that. It wasn't really unusual of me. I found some leftover mac and cheese. Rocky is going to murder me. Ehhh! I ate all of it and put the dish in the sink. I'm such a great friend.

"Come on! I want to show you something!" Riker said yelling from the living room. I walked into the room and sat down. "I want you to hear the song I wrote." He sang the song, and it was amazing. I was about to say something when I'm lifted off the couch. Rocky. I didn't even know that he arrived.

"YOU ATE MY MAC AND CHEESE!" he playfully yelled.

"Yes, I did, and it was DELICIOUS!" I said very proudly. He gasped and sat down still holding me. He tried to tickle me but failed epically. "I'm not ticklish there." He gave up and started to watch whatever Riker had put on. We watched random shows for about an hour until Riker turned the tv off.

"Let's go swimming!", Riker said. Rocky and I agreed. I went up to "my room", as I called it, and got a swimsuit out. I was there so much that I had most of my clothes here instead of at my house. I changed and went down to the pool. I jumped in and swam around for a few minutes until the boys came out. We swam around doing random things for hours until it was time to eat. Still, no one was home, so we decided to go out to eat. We wandered around the streets until we found a restaurant that looked good. We ate, but I couldn't help but notice that Rocky was staring at our waitress. She left to go check on someone else, and Rocky was still watching her.

"Dude, staring is rude," I said, making him blush. After a few minutes, she came back. She was really pretty. She had shoulder-length, jet black hair and green eyes. She looked about twenty. She gave us our check and left again. I, however, knew Rocky would regret not seeing her again, so I took matters into my own hands. The guys went to pay, and I went to "go to the bathroom". I saw her and overheard her conversation with another waitress. She was talking about Rocky.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear you talking about my friend," I said. She blushed and nodded. "Can I, by any chance, have your number? He would probably like to talk to you again," I said. She nodded again and gave me a piece of paper with her number on it. I found out her name was Justice. I returned back to the guys, smiling like an idiot.

"What are you smiling about?" Rocky asked. I gave him the paper. He and Riker looked at the paper.

"Somebody gave you their number?" Riker asked.

"No, it is the waitress' number that I got for Rocky," I said turning to him."You're welcome." He smiled and hugged me.

"Wow. A fourteen year old has to get you dates because you won't talk to girls," Riker said. Rocky punched him in the arm, and Riker squealed. I burst out laughing. He sounded so girly. "It's not funny. It really hurt." The whole ride home Rocky was talking about the waitress. Riker and I were paying very little attention and made conversation of our own. The rest of the night went by without very much happening. I got ready for bed and was about to climb in bed when I heard a knock. I opened it and saw...