A Dozen Reasons

Chapter 19- The Visitor

"Jasmine, wake up!" Someone shook me up from my wonderful dream about Ashton Kutcher. I grumbled. "Come on Jay. If you don't wake up no french toast for you, and I will pour ice cold water on you."

I peeked over my blanket, and an already made-up Annie stood over me with a glass of ice water. I grumbled. "Annie, dictators should go to you for torture methods." I threw the blanket off of me.

"You really should have met Benito Mussolini, he was a sweetie," she grinned.

" You weren't even born when he died."

"That's what you think." She did a ninja move.

"Shut up," I smiled and threw my pillow at her.

She laughed. "I'll see you downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen, and sat next to my dad who was already drinking his coffee. Annie pranced around the kitchen beating eggs, toasting bread, and grabbing plates.

My dad leaned toward me and whispered. "Is she normally this energetic?"

I chuckled. I leaned toward him. "This is just the morning, imagine the rest of the day," I whispered.

 He raised his eyebrows. "Good luck, kiddo." He placed his coffee cup into the sink. "Okay, you girls have a great day, and stay out of trouble."

Annie turned around in lightening speed with a spatula in hand. "Mr. A, you're not going to eat breakfast?" She frowned.

Dad looked at me and then at her. "Not today, Annie. I'm leaving right now. I don't want to be la--." Before my dad could finish his sentence, Annie shoved a tupperware container toward him.

"It's okay, Mr. A. I already packed French toast for you. Syrup included," she beamed.

My dad seemed a bit taken aback. "Um...Thanks." He grabbed the container, then looked at me.

"Can't say no," I mouthed. He smiled.

Once my dad left,  Annie placed a plate of sizzling hot cinnamon French toast before me.

"Mmm...it smells awesome." My mouth began to water. I was a sucker for cinnamon French toast.

"It's my mamaw's recipe," saying while sitting in front of me.

"Thank her for me." I dived right in.

"Will do."

We ate in silence.

"So," Annie bit into another piece.

"So what?"

"You're not going to tell me what happened last night?"

"There's nothing to tell." She placed her fork down, and stared at me interrogation-style. All I needed was a bright lamp shining in my face and it would be an old Hollywood detective movie scene. "What?"

"Jay, I know something happened. Now, spill." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and continued to stare at me.

After a few minutes, she did not budge and I gave up. "Okay, you should get a job with Law & Order or something like that." I placed my fork down. "He took me onto his roof. We watched the meteorite shower, and..."

"And?"

"And...we almost kissed."

"Almost kissed?"

"Yeah, we were interrupted by Chelsea's spat with Mr. Clean in the front lawn."

"Oh." She stared at the floor for a seconds. "Did he offer you hot cocoa?"

"Yes."

"OH. MY. GOD!"

"What?!"

She sat up from the table abruptly almost causing her orange juice to spill. "He's going to ask you out!"

"What?!!" I jumped up too. "You can tell that from hot cocoa?"

Ding dong

We both looked to the front door.

"Hold on," I told Annie.

I opened the front door, and a grinning Kevin stood before me with suitcases.

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A/N: Hola,

   I'm in the library again typing this chapter, and this person next to me keeps looking at my screen. Has that ever happened to you?

Oh, hi there.

                                        <3 Sara