- Stan's pov -
"Stanley could you set the table for me?" Mom asked and I quickly nodded, getting out the plates.
"Honey, get one more. I want Kat over tonight." She said, not looking at me.
"What, Why?" I asked sincerely, grabbing another plate slowly. My parents knew nothing about what happened during Christmas but they did know something happened with Kat. And we all felt terrible about it.
"Because, honey, she used to be around all the time. I kinda miss that girl!" My mom said. I could hear a smile in her voice and put the plates on the table.
"Now go call her and tell her we're having brisket."
"We always have brisket when she's over. She's gonna get sick of us." I smirk and my mom rolls her eyes, shooing me off.
I grab my phone and search for her number. It's way down in my list because it's been forever since we texted. Or talked, really. I let the phone ring. No answer. I try again and she picks up.
"Hello?" Her voice asks.
"Oh, hey. It's uh, Stan." I rub the back of my neck. "My, uh mom wanted you to come over to dinner. Are you free?"
"Really? Is this a prank call?" Kat asked.
"No. She seriously wants you over."
"Ok. Since she does, I'll come."
"Okay."
"Okay."
I bite my lip. We used to talk so naturally. What happened? "See ya." I listen to her hang up the phone.
