The summer I met Charlie

part 4

  My mind was going crazy. He was just unreal, everything about him shouted off limits; but what did I know? He was siting here and I wanted to know everything about him. He told me how he was just working in California for the summer. He said he was from a family of seven kids! Seven! He was visiting from the east coast. Florida, and was also going back and studding marine biology in the fall.

Figures a college guy.

"So why are you here?" He moved a little forward putting down his second cup of coffee. It was empty. How he managed to drink two when I had barely sipped at mine was beyond me. 

"Hm...well I live here." I half jokingly said. 

His eyebrows moved up with as if this was some big surprise. "I guess that is suppose to answer all my questions." 

I had to smile at this. He was just so hot! His dark hair barely covering his eyes. And he had what looked like a small tattoo on his forearm? A strange design that was in she shape of a tree? *smile

"And what might  these other questions be?" 

"I guess you'll just have to see. What are you doing tonight?"  His hand moved up to point a finger at me. Like I was a suspect in some crime or something. 

"Is that an invite I hear?"  I said sarcastically.

"Only if you say yes." He then dug around in his pocket and proceeded to find his ...note pad? 

"No phone? How can this be?" 

"What can I say? I'm old fashioned, and I had a phone but it got pretty trashed when I left my back pack on the beach." 

I took the navy blue leather note pad and flipped to an empty page. I scribbled my name and phone number. 

"Add your address, I'l pick you up?"

"K my house is kinda out of the way...but I'm adding some directions, and where are you taking me?"

"That's part of the deal Missy, you will just have to wait until... does six, sound OK?"

"Sure."

We ended our little talk,.. with a sweet goodbye and headed out in different directions. 

"Shit!" I was really late. Mom was gonna kill me! How could I have spent two hours in Starbucks? It seemed to take me forever to run back to our house. Mom was in the kitchen. Waiting. She was dressed for work, pale blue shirt, and pair of white cotton pants, her hair was in a tight bun. Everything was wrong with who she had to act like for work. She wasn't the white clean panted type. 

"Do you not realize it's nine o' clock! We will talk about this later, but I am late. And what were you thinking? You know I can't just leave Olive without anyone here!" She screamed this as she slammed the door and ran out to her car. 

I looked at the closed door. "You didn't even call. Geez." I shouldn't blame the door, but it makes things that much easier.

There was six missed calls from her, guess my phone had been on silent. Oops.

Olive woke up shortly after. She was in her pink jam jams. Hair in a mess piled on her head. I was trying new ways to keep her hair to be less wild when she woke up. I guess the hair pined on head didn't work. 

"Mourning love, you want break feast?"

-8 hours later, (5 o' clock)

Mom came home with a sigh. I was expecting the worst, but she wasn't mad. My parents never stayed mad for long. She sat or more or less fell on the couch and started taking her high strapy shoes off.

"How was work?" I hated when she was this pooped, it was sorta depressing. She looked at me with tired eyes. 

"More or less the same. Although,...Paula, you know the girl with the boy friend that is always at the bench in front of the post office?"

"Of course, how could I forget, she was the one that gave me a thong for my eighth birthday!"

"That's right,...you thought it was a swing for your Barbies." We both started to laugh at that.

"Well any who, she came to work with wearing a false beard today, she clammed it was because she was promoting something about something. And well she had it on, and the new intern walked in, and spat out all his coffee. It was pretty amazing. Gosh I love her."

Paula was really the only entertaining part of my mothers work day, aside for the occasional stops from a European family looking to buy a house. (She loved the way they talked.)

"Mom can I go out tonight?" 

Olive walked in then, face covered in what could only be my raspberry lipstick. We both gave her a long stare, and then we were laughing all over again.

"Sure Hun, after you clean up her!" She pointed a finger at Olive. "Oh and get a picture of it. Her mom will love this one. Hey who knows maybe it will be better then the one we sent of dad and the dumpster dog!"

After I cleaned up Olive, I had about a half hour to get primped and jazzed up. What on earth should I wear? He didn't even tell me what we were going to do!

Easy,..jeans and a tee-shirt. The answer to all life's problems. 

-6 o' clock

I had been staring at my clock for the past twenty minutes. My back was laying against my plaid comforter. And then I heard it, the rumbling of a very loud...motorcycle? I peeked out my window, and yes it was a motorcycle, a very sleek bike, and the rider had one of those sexy dark helmets.

Charlie got off the back, he pulled off the helmet and set it on the seat. He moved his hand and ruffled it threw his hair as he walked up our little stone walk way. He was sporting a leather jacket, and a pair of faded jeans. I checked the mirror one last time, but I was actually smiling. Why? Why was I smiling at just the sight of him? Maybe it was the fact that I had never gone on a proper date. (They had always ended with me getting fed up, or the guy being a real ass.) Or maybe it was because he was picking me up on a motorcycle!

The door bell rang, and I threw on my hoodie. I was going to make this something to remember.