Just Friends...For Now-Book Four

Chapter 6

The rest of that week was very awkward and guilty. Let me explain: I felt awkward around Britt because I felt guilty about not telling her truth about the meeting. I knew I had to be truthful in relationships from bad past experiences. But I had a plan to tell Britt later on that Thursday night when she would come over to my house to study.

I was sitting on my couch watching a show on 'Girl Meets World' on Netflix. Yeah, it's girly and yeah, it's for younger kids, but I shipped Riley and Lucas so hard (#rucas). I was shoveling cookie dough ice cream into my face, the good part coming up and I knew it.

I started to lean in to the screen, my mouth hanging open and my eyes widening, just as the doorbell rang. I was so in my own little world that I was super shocked. I jumped, falling off the couch. The cookie dough ice cream went flying into the air, the spoon clanking onto the wooden floor.

Then, as if in slow motion, I saw the half filled ice cream carton with my ice cream in it go plummeting towards the ground. I shouted as I leapt towards the ice cream. Fear and anxiety filled me up as I thought about my poor ice cream that might not be saved.

I landed on the ground, my arm out. The side of my face hits the floor just as I feel something land into the palm of my hand. I look up and there's the ice cream carton, safe and sound. I caught it!

I yelled excitedly, bursting off of the ground and jumping around the room. I swung around in circles, marveling at my success at catching the ice cream carton.

In the middle of my victory dance, the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. I stopped jumping around and quickly put the carton on top of the coffee table. I ran towards the door, then skidded to a halt. I ran back into the living room, remembering that my half watched 'Girl Meets World' was still paused on the TV screen.

That would have been embarrassing. I thought to myself as I sprinted back towards the front door.

I took a deep breath and opened the front door to Britt, who was frowning and had her arms crossed. I grinned sheepishly and stepped aside to let her in.

"Three minutes. Three minutes I was standing out there waiting for you!" Britt said exasperatingly as she headed up the stairs. I slowly followed behind her as she scolded me.

"...I can't believe that you wouldn't answer the door, I mean..."

We entered my room and I pushed the door halfway closed behind us. She stood annoyed by my bedside table, rambling on.

"Three minutes I was-"

"Britt!" I said firmly. She stopped talking and looked at me, raising one eyebrow. I sighed, smiling. "Can we please start studying for tomorrow's test?"

"Sure, just promise that you'll never do that again!" Britt said, sticking it her finger at me. I raised my right hand and she laughed as she sat down in my bed. I sat on the opposite end, grabbing my book out of my backpack which was right next to my bed. I flipped to the study guide page and Britt and I began to study.

We had studied hard for two hours and it was nine o'clock at night. My hair was all messy and my face was oily after wiping it do much. I looked up at Britt after working on some problems for twenty minutes and smiled, trying hard not to laugh. Her hair was scattered all over the place, her eye makeup smudging a bit, and she had nail marks on her cheek after leaning on her hand so much.

"Britt," I said quietly. She was so emerged into her homework that she didn't hear me. "Britt!" I said loudly, nudging her should with my hand. Her entire upper body sprung up and she looked at me tiredly. I chuckled, saying, "I think we should take a break.