I couldn't see his face. I wanted to talk to him, but decided not to. Was he following me?
I finished up my burger and went to the kitchen to put my dish away. I grabbed a cup and filled it up with Pepsi and took a sip. I stepped out of the kitchen, put a tip in the jar and put a few dollars in the register.
I went to my truck and turned it on filling the truck with Miranda Lambert. I hummed along as I pulled out. I drove home slowly and arrived within 10 minutes. I sat in my car thinking. Mom and dad are going to be home, Michael is with his friends, and Charlie should be home too.
I jumped out of my truck getting my bag and slammed the door. I walked up to the French doors and unlocked them with my key and stepped inside. I smelled cookies. Thanks mom. I put my bag down on the bench and closed the doors quietly. I walked into the kitchen and my mother was pulling cookies from the oven.
"Smells good." I said.
She smiled, "Thanks, I really tried this time. I don't think they are burnt."
I chuckled slightly, "Let's hope they aren't. Hey, is Michael with Jordan?"
"Yes, why?" She raised an eyebrow grinning widely. "Like Jordan or something?"
"No, mom, no. I was just wondering. I wondered if I could go hang out with them."
"If you'd like. They are at Jordan's house. When will you be back?"
"What time is it now?" I looked at the clock. "Well it's pretty much 8:00 PM now, so...maybe 11:00."
"Maybe 11:00? Okay, be safe. Always use protection." She winked.
I gagged and took a few cookies. "I won't need to."
I walked out of the kitchen with her laughing behind me. Parents. I thought. What am I going to do? I grabbed my bag and headed back for my room. I walked up with stairs and opened the door to my room.
