Confessions

Chapter Six

Almost fifteen minutes later, my best friends rambling was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell.
"I'll get it, probably the pizza!" I exclaimed, wanting to escape the awkwardness. Then in one movement, I all but flew out of my chair and toward the door. On the way I grabbed the wad of cash that Cayla had tossed on the counter earlier and continued my journey to the door. I opened it to a mousy haired freckled boy in a red outfit and a pizza in his arms.
     "That'll be $26.78" he squeaked. I shuffled through the bills. A twenty and a five. I leaned back through the door,
     "Guys! I'm about $2 short!" I heard Cayla shuffling and she ran upstairs to find more cash.
     "I've got a five..." He yelled. He jogged over to the door and put a five in my hand. As he did so, his skin brushed mine, a chill ran down my spine, and I felt the feeling in the pit of my stomach that I'd felt a million times before.
     "I don't have any change" the pizza boy squeaked again.
     "Keep it." He and I blurted in unison. I took the pizza and closed the door just as Cayla arrived at the bottom of the staircase holding two ones.
     "We got it." I said.
     "Oh...okay." She replied. I grabbed plates and we met at the table. I opened the box and he exclaimed
     "My favorite!"
     "Oh, so nice of you to ask Sar"
     "She didn't." He said before realizing that he shouldn't of said that.
     "Then, how'd you know?" Cayla asked curiously. I found an excuse not to answer the question by stuffing a slice of pizza in my mouth. Then, after chewing, redirected the conversation by asking a question about the project.
     We spent the rest of our time stuffing our faces with pizza and spitting out ideas for our project. Cayla laughed at every single thing he said, and the majority of it wasn't even remotely funny. At ten till seven, Cayla realized the time and said goodbye to the boy.
     "Wanna stay t'night?" Cayla asked
     "Um...yeah, I guess...let me call my parents."
     "Okay." I called, and my mom said yes. I'm not even sure if she heard the question, when her friends come over, she gets the wine out... I partially wanted to go home, but I couldn't pass up a sleepover. I really wanted to go home and contemplate this whole thing, I couldn't think about anything personal here. I didn't think about personal things anywhere but my room, anywhere else I always feel like everyone can read my thoughts. I guess I'd have to contemplate my feelings for him another night. I mean...what feelings? Cayla and I spent the rest of the night eating pizza and chocolate, and watching tv...Cayla's house had cable.