I Think I Just Legalized Love

Chapter 4

4

Mom and I head to a café, and we kind of end up staying there all day just talking. I pretty much tell her everything. I tell her about Miles and about Abby and about Ryan and about Rob and everything else. I tell her about the bus and I tell her about after school. I tell her everything.

            Mom also tells me some stuff and we know each other like the color of out skin by the end of the day. Mom said she’d get me a late birthday present tomorrow. I’ll have the house to myself tomorrow and I’m allowed to have Abby and Miles over.

            “No parties,” Mom tells me. I laugh.

            “Who would I invite?”

I stay up late tonight. I read one of the books Abby gave me, and start another. I can’t sleep after that, and it’s three thirty. I text Miles to see if he’s up for some reason. He said he is and he’s checking out the place we would meet at. I tell him that I’ll be over there in a few minutes and he says okay. I get in new clothes and my sneakers and put my phone in my pocket.

            I start wondering if I would wake Mom up. I slowly open my bedroom door, and quietly walk down the stairs. I leave the house and to the house Miles is at. I don’t know why I feel nervous but I do. I walk in and see him on a couch. I try turning on one of the lights, but it doesn’t work. I walk over to the couch Miles is sitting in, and feels his arms go around my chest and then his lips kissing my lips. I kiss back and we both pull back around ten seconds later.

            “Hi,” Miles says. I greet back. “What’s up?”

            “Not a lot. How about you?”

            “Nothing much.”  We sit in silence for about two minutes, and then end up kissing again. Miles starts kissing a little bit more, and I do too. I feel him smiling, and it makes me smile. I hold his face, and he holds my forearms. The room starts kind of spinning, and I feel like everything happens in slow motion. I don’t want to move. I don’t feel like I need to move.

            Miles pulls back. We sit there in another silence. “How’s your dad?” Miles asks out of nowhere.

            “He’s not supposed to be home for a couple days,” I answer. “How’s life outside of school and me here?’

            “It’s nice. Most of the people are nice.” We sit in silence again. Miles says, “Don’t you think it’d be cool to make this place nicer?”

            I look around, even though I can’t see anything too well. “Yeah,” I agree. “How would we do that though?”

            “My family has old stuff that we don’t really need. We could put here.”

            I agree to this, and we decide to get home. When I get to the door, I notice the lights are on. I must have woken Mom. I walk back in, and see Dad which makes me stop. He turns to me, and raises an eyebrow.

            “What were you doing out late?” He asks.

            “What are you doing home early?” I spit back at him. I start to walk to the stairs, but he stops me.

            “What were you doing?” He asks me again.

            “Checking on a friend. He told me he felt horrible and he was home alone.” I need to get used to lying. Sometimes it’s for the good. “It’s fine now. Why are you home early?”