This Could Be Us

Chapter Twelve - Dinner & Dessert

Sunday morning, I was up bright and early. I wanted to go over to Carter's and talk to him about the college visit. Excitement rushed through me as I thought of everything we would get to do, and the alone time we would get to spend together. 

I texted Carter to see if he was up, before hopping in the shower and starting to get ready. I found myself in an incredible mood this morning, as I sang and danced in the shower. As I entered my room, I threw on a pair of my favorite sweatpants and a crew-neck sweatshirt which my mom had just brought in from the laundry room. They were still warm from the dryer, which was my favorite feeling during the approaching winter months. 

While brushing through my hair, my phone vibrated next to me. It was a text from Carter saying he was out with the team for breakfast and that he would call me when he got home. I sent back a "thumbs up" emoji and went back to brushing and styling my hair.

Thirty minutes later, I was laying in bed as I waited for Carter to call. I began to grow impatient as more time passed and I still hadn't heard from him. I didn't want to seem like a crazy, overbearing girlfriend, but I had exciting news to tell him and I didn't want to wait any longer. So I called him.

After a few rings he finally picked up. "Yeah?"

"Are you home yet?" I asked.

"Oh, uhm, yeah I guess I am." He mumbled into the phone.

It wasn't like Carter to talk like this. I knew something was wrong, but it also seemed as though he might be angry with me. I couldn't find a reason why he would be though.

"I thought you were going to call me when you got home?" I inquired, confused by his unusual attitude.

"Well I was going to," he answered, sounding irritated now.

Okay, so obviously something happened between then and now. But what?

"But?" 

"How come you didn't tell me?" Carter asked.

"Tell you what?" I responded, getting a little irritated by his vagueness.

"That you hung out with Zach last night!" Carter snapped.

Oh that.

"We were just hanging out as friends. We both agreed to work on our friendship." I tried to explain.

Carter didn't respond, but I could hear him breathing through the phone.

"Nothing happened. I wouldn't let anything happen. Don't you trust me?" I began to worry.

"Of course I do, but I don't trust him." He responded, sharply.

"Well all you need to do is trust me and know that I wouldn't let anything happen," I snapped back.

"I guess," He mumbled.

I had become so annoyed with the conversation, that I had lost a little bit of the excitement I had for the trip. This was the first argument that we had ever had and it was over something so petty. I didn't want it to ruin the possibility of going on our trip, so I dropped the topic.

"Listen, I wanted to come over so I could show you something. So now that I know you're home, I'll be over in like 2 minutes." I said quickly, then hung up the phone before he had a chance to respond. I didn't even want to give him the chance to object to my coming over.

After a short five minute drive, I was pulling into Carter's driveway. I did a quick knock on the door and then I entered the house which was mostly empty. Carter's parents were in Minnesota for the weekend, but it had become habit to knock before entering. I walked through the house and up the stairs to Carter's room. He was laying on his bed watching TV, one hand was down by his side holding his remote while the other was hidden behind his head. He was only wearing his boxers, giving me a nice view of his, small but fit, body. I leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms, and smiled.