Maybe I Hate You

6 - Sunday

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I flopped my hand around searching blindly for my phone, refusing to lift my head from the pillow. I've slept long enough, I just absolutely hate waking up. Finding my phone, I answered it with the assumption it would be Scott demanding more details about last night. However, after pressing the answer button, I learned I was wrong.

It was my father. I thought it to be a bit strange, I haven't heard from him in a few days. He must be coming home, great.

"Jane? Are you asleep still?"

I lifted my head from the pillow. "No, Dad."

Glancing over at my clock, I noticed it was just after 11 am. I don't normally sleep so late, but then again I'm usually not out with boys late either. It wasn't the latest I'd ever come home by any means, but it was definitely a lot later than I have been coming home lately. Plus, I'd sleep forever if you let me.

"Are you sure? I wish Melanie was still there, she'd have you up,"

"Dad, I've been up." I cut him off, not wanting him to talk anymore about her. Melanie was the woman my dad basically paid to be my mom. He always called her the nanny, but my relationship with her was greater than that and everyone knew it. She helped to fill the gap I had from my mom leaving.

"I'm headed to the airport, I'll be home this afternoon."

"Okay. How was the trip?" I knew asking was pointless. He never told me any details of the business trips he went on, just whether they were successful or not.

"It was great. Everything is fine there?"

"Yes, Dad. See you for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds good, see you."

With that, he hung up the phone. There was no "be safe, I love you" like Scott had with his parents. His tone of voice would let me know that he was saying those things, just in his own restricted way. I've gotten used to him lacking emotions now, but as a child, it was harder to accept. Melanie always told me he did love me, he just didn't want to feel his emotions because they hurt him. I didn't understand it then, but over my teenage years, I can start to see his side of things. I wasn't the only one who was hurt when Mom left, and I know that now.

I sighed and leaned back into my pillow. I closed my eyes for a moment, even though I knew I need to get up and shower. Just then, almost as if he knew, Scott called me.

"Tell me everything." He said the moment I answered the phone.

I laughed. "Well first off, my dad called me just now."

"Oh, is he coming home?" He said sarcastically.

"Yeah, this afternoon, but anyways..." I went into telling him everything that happened last night, including the diner that seemed familiar to me but I couldn't place it.

"I think I might have been there a few times, but I can't say it's ever been with you," Scott said. 

"I don't know, I just can't stop thinking about it for some reason. The ice cream was really good though."

"Well, I'm sure that has something to do with it. As well as someone else."

I rolled my eyes as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, deciding it was time to get up. "It's not that at all, it's something else, I just don't know what."

"Mhm." I heard Scott tease in my ear.

"Whatever," I chuckled. "I gotta get in the shower and clean up the house a bit before Dad gets back."