Something of A Love Story.

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I had been at Alex's for who knows how long. These days I've lost track of time. Days and hours. I even forget the day of the week to. But now all I knew is that it was Christmas Eve. Yeah, where did that time go?

We had been off school for a few days for Christmas break. And we will be off a few more days after Christmas too. School was good. My grades were staying up. A, A, A, a B once in a while, A. Daimion was in a few of my classes still. Marcia was seen in the hall ever so often. Mia came over here to "our" house sometimes.

Daimion. Why was I so stupid?! What I did didn't even make sense! I hated myself so much for it. I hadn't been in contact with him. I would see him in the hall. Pass by. Once he grabbed my hand and tried to kiss it. But I reluctantly shrugged it off. Why? I don't know. Every night that I would go to sleep on Alex's blow up mattress I felt guilt rush over me.

So it's Christmas Eve. And I figured it was high time to go home.

"Alex, Uh, I think it's time for me to, go home." I said sighing. It was 3 o'clock pm. We were cuddled up on the couch watching A Christmas Story. Hot cocoa in hand, I sat up. I felt that it was definitely the right time to go home.

"Yeah, yeah. I sure will miss you though!" She said pushing my head. I laughed and told her that I would come around ever so often. We gathered my things and she sent me off.

When I arrived my father wasn't anywhere in sight. Weird. 5 o'clock pm now and he wasn't home. The place was a disaster. That certainly wasn't abnormal. Plastic cups were almost everywhere. I mean everywhere. It was typical of him not to want to do the dishes. A few pizza boxes, Chinese take-out boxes, and KFC boxes were scattered. I really was not stunned. I should have presumed this.

I tidied up the place in no time. I ended up crashing on the couch accidentally. It was stupid of me; because I was sorta concerned about where exactly my dad was. I woke at 8. I cooked up some Ramon noodles immediately. They warmed my tired stomach. I dialed for my dad then.

"Jaclyn? Is it you?" I heard him call.

"Yes dad. I'm home."

"Thank the lord. I miss you. Please don't leave. I need to talk to you." He sounded so sincere. Maybe even sober.

"Where are you?"I said.

"Uhm, I'll explain. But I won't arrive home until tomorrow. Please stay."

"Okay."

"I love you, sweetie." My dad softly sighed with these words.

"See you tomorrow." I was yet to forgive him. Yet to tell him I love him. No way.

I went up to my room and unpacked all my things. My bed seemed so unfamiliar. As if i had never seen it before. But I missed it.

I couldn't fall asleep for anything. Taking that nap really messed me up. I lye there looking at the ceiling. I started whistling because I was so bored. But then my tune was interrupted by a few knocks at my...window. It sounded like stones were being thrusted at my window. And I was right.

I jammed open the window.

"What the hell?" I screamed. Great. Daimion.

"Jaclyn. I want you back." Is it National I want Jaclyn Back Day? Gosh.

"I...I...I am sorry." It was right of me to say that. I just left him, no real reason. Yes, my father. But that wasn't good enough. If my dad wanted me too, he has to take Daimion with me.

"It's okay. I'm more sorry. I should have gone after you like this sooner. I waited to long."

"Come over tomorrow?" I yelled down towards him.

"Sure. Uh, Jaclyn?"

"Hm?" Now I was leaning on my window pane with my chin resting on my hands.

"I love you. And I don't ever want to be away from you for that long, again."

"I love you too."

"Well, good night." He jogged away and hopped on his motor bike. Starting the ignition Daimion looked back up at me and winked. Then he drove away.

****I've missed this so much! But I'm going to start up again!

*I know Daimion didn't have the " motor bike" before but I will explain.***