Wait For Me

Chapter 11

There is a soft knocking that's not coming from my door. A smile appears on my face and I put down my book and walk to my window. Ron is standing outside, smiling at me.

"What are you doing here!?" I say as soon as I pull up my window. "My parents are here!"

"Tiffany?" I gasp at my dad's voice coming from outside my bedroom door. I close my curtains and open the door for him. "We'll be leaving now."

"Okay." I say.

"I don't want you to sleep late." My mom appears behind my dad. "I want no one here at all. Don't open the door to anyone and keep your phone close."

"I will." My parents were invited to this party with Abby and Richard and I get to stay home.

"Okay. Let's go Ed." I watch as they walk down the stairs and to the door. I hear the door close and I make way to the window. Ron is gone.

I check around once more to see if he's there, but he's not. I close my window and go back to my bed and continue reading. Read through half of the page, there's knocking at the door. I get a little doubtful of answering, but it's probably my parents that must have forgotten something. I walk down the stairs and check through the peephole to make sure who is is.

"I thought you left." I say as I open the door.

"Why would I leave?" Ron steps in and hugs me. "With you alone, here." He kisses me softly on the lips and I can't help but feel giddy inside.

"What? So you just saw the opportunity to get in here when my parents left?" I joke.

"You know me." He closes the door. "I always jump at every opportunity that allows me to be with you."

I kiss him again. "Do you want something?" I start walking towards the kitchen, but he stops me.

"No." He pulls me towards him. "I just want you." He kisses me, more slowly this time. I yelp when he pick me up and puts me over his shoulders. He doesn't put me down, even with my fussing, and takes me upstairs to my bedroom like I weigh nothing.

He drops me down on my bed and we lay there, just staring at the ceiling with my head resting on his chest and his fingers playing with my hair. "Have you heard the news?"

"What news?" I ask.

"About my mom. She wants to go back to California."

"Why?"

"She just got bored of this place."

"She gets bored with everything after a while."

"Yeah." He chuckles. "That sounds like her."

"Are you dropping her off at the airport like last time?"

"Not exactly." His voice comes out as a whisper. "She wants me to go with her."

I look up at him. "When are you coming back?"

He takes a moment to respond. "I'm not sure."

"You're not sure?" I sit up. "Last time, your mom took like almost half an year to return."

"I know."

"Are you going?"

"I don't really have a choice."

"What do you mean you don't have a choice?"

"Tiff, you know my mom. She won't accept a no for an answer."

"So you are going?"

"I guess so. It'll probably be only a few months."

"A few months?"