We've Still Got Time

Chapter Five: I'm not going anywhere.

Author's Note:  Tell me what you think about the story so far! - xx Shan

"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh," Janice squealed in front of her web cam when we Skyped that night. I did what she told me to. I called her as soon as I got home from my date with Tony Gibbs. "So how did it go?" she leaned closer to her camera, her hands crossed under her chin delightfully.

I collapsed on my bed, my laptop placed on my stomach, "You're probably going to kill me if I tell you the whole story."

"Why, did you do something stupid?"

"It's my first date, you should've expected me to do some—"

"What did you do Isabella McKenzie?"

I glanced at Janice at my laptop's screen; she's already glaring at me.

I sighed and sat up. I ran my hands through my messy brown waves and said, "We talked about sex."

Instead of freaking out, she looked at me impishly, "Ooh, Miss McKenzie, I didn't expect you to be one of those girls."

I looked at her in disbelief, "What—Why—What the hell are you thinking?" I stammered.

She continued on giving me that look.

"What the—You're already looking forward that I might have done something stupid, but it is okay to you if I have sex with your cousin right away?"

"Why? When are you planning to?"

"What—is—wrong—with—you?!" I bellowed. Janice has always been this open-minded, and I am kind of okay with that; but I can't believe that we're having this conversation right now. With Tony being related to it, it felt a bit awkward.

Janice laughed; probably because of what I looked like now, "Fine, fine. Stop freaking out. Just go continue your story."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I put my laptop down and lay on my belly. I rest my cheek on my hand and remembered what happened a while ago at the café. "We talked about a couple of other stuff aside from that, after. From what high school did we go to, to the stuff we don't like on our pizza. We were so random, but it was okay. Then a couple of moments after, Gibbs'—I mean, Tony's roommate called him, needing him 'urgently'. So yeah, he excused himself, walked me to a cab and hoped to 'meet me again soon'. And then I went home," I reviewed.

"That's all?" Janice's mouth was half-opened. "You didn't text him after? I gave you his number right? Or he hasn't texted you since?" Her questions seemed endless.

Crap. That was the one I forgot.

When I hopped inside the cab I felt like I've forgotten something. Yeah. I forgot to thank him for today. I just smiled and waved at him when I got in the car. Wow. What a great first impression Isabella.

I shook my head, "Did you give him my number?"

She rolled her eyes, "No. Because I assumed you'll be doing that after the date. Which accidentally, you didn't."

"Should I text first?"

She gasped, "Of course not. Wait for him to text first." She looked at me regretfully, "You poor, clueless soul." Janice pulled out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sending him your number myself," she answered.

"—Wait," I stopped her, a plan starting to form at the back of my head. "Wait for him to ask you for my number. In that way, we'll know if he's really serious about this 'dating me' thing."