Under The Yellow Umbrella

Chapter 6

I’m texting everyone I know about what happened last night. It was really awkward, but I guess the fireworks were romantic. I think I really like Daniel. I hope he likes me… Ugh. Someone’s calling me. It’s my friend Charlie. I picked up.

“Hey!”

She said. Then another voice said

“Hey!”

And another…

“Hey!”

I finally said…

“Charlie, Maren, and the candy-obsessed Heather. I know your voices.”

“DANG! We were hoping to surprise you!”

“Oh well. Deal with it.”

Heather laughed.

“Typical Addison language. I shall call it Addisonese.”

“Ha- nice. I AM NOW ADDISONESE.”

They all laughed.

“Greatness.”

There was a bit of a silence.

“Why did you guys call me anyways?”

I said. Maren said

“Because…”

And then they all said,

“YELLOW BOY IS YOUR BOYFRIEND!!”

I rolled my eyes even though they couldn’t see me.

“He’s not my boyfriend. One date. ONE. He didn’t even text me back yet.”

I exited the call for a second, and they kept talking about Daniel’s yellow things. I checked my messages. ONE FROM DANIEL. I said,

“GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. SHUT UP. I GOT A TEXT FROM HIM WHEN YOU CALLED ME. HERE IT IS….”

They all listened.

“’Hey Addison. It’s Daniel. I enjoyed our date last night, and I was hoping we could go to a movie tomorrow? Talk to you later, Daniel. EEEEEEEEEEP!!! HE IS MY BOYFRIEND!!!”

They all screamed.

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

Maren asked. I thought for a bit.

“Well… there’s Nick, Andy, Jordan, Matthew, Edward, Taylor, Reid, Jacob, Ryan-“

“I’ll stop you there. How many in total over the past 5 years?”

She said.

“13 including Daniel, 12 without.”

“You PLAYER!! I’ve only had 7… now 8 because I’m dating Jordan.”

“Be careful. He’s a player. He broke my heart because he saw me kiss Nick’s cheek when Jessica dared me to. I tried to get him back by wearing racy clothing, and he dated me for another month, then he broke up with me again because I was emailing Ryan even though Ryan likes ME I don’t like HIM, and I didn’t try and get him back because he started to date Charlie, then Heather, then Riley, and so on. A new girl each week… or month. He used me for a school art project because of my art skills, the he broke up with me again.”

“You realize you just changed my way of seeing him?!”

“Um… sorry?”

There was a silence.

“Anyways, I don’t need your life story here! Ok, now you have to admit, Jordan is really cute…”

“Baby cute. He has dyed blond hair, glasses, and braces. He looks EXACTLY like his older brother.”

“Yeah, but his older brother is hot cute. Not baby cute.”

Maren said.

“Whatever.”

“Yeah.”

There was another silence, and then I heard a faint whisper.

“One two, three, four!”

“YELLOW, YELLOW, DAN’S OBSESSED WITH YELLOW! AND YOU’RE HIS LOVING GIIRRRLFRIEND!!”

They all sang. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“Crazies.”

“AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!”

There was another silence, then laughter. We all started laughing, and then I said,

“So… how many boyfriends have YOU had, Heather?”

“Um… 5.”

“Wow. Who with?”

“Andy, Jordan, Jacob, Justin, and I just broke up with Brad a couple hours ago.”

“I SAW HER DO IT!!”

Charlie yelled.

“I dated Brad once. He just likes people for their looks. When he came over to my house for sushi, he kept staring at my boobs and legs. Later on, he called me hot, and he said, ‘Your personality doesn’t matter to me. Your beautiful body does.’ He asked me to have sex with him, because he ‘can’t resist touching those beautiful breasts’ of mine. I kicked him out when he grabbed my chest and started kissing it without me saying OK. He’s a pervert.”

“Ha- yeah, he is pretty gross. That’s why I dumped him. He reached into my shirt and went ‘Ooh. Sexy much! Come to my bed, please. Do you want to?’”

“What did you say?”

“I said ok, but then he stripped me down without my OK. He saw every part of my body, and as soon as he got to touch me, he said ‘My god girl. Your breasts are so sexy… I need to kiss them. Stay with me forever… I need them forever…’ I screamed my head off! I kicked him out. The little b*tch.”

“W-w-wait- why aren’t we talking about Daniel and Addison?!”

Maren asked. I rolled my eyes, and heard a noise. Someone’s knocking at the door.

“I gotta go guys, call you back later.”

“Okay bye.”

“See ya!”

“Have fun in Québec!”

They all said. I ran to the door. It was Mazy. Where has she been? I rolled my eyes.

“Where were you?!”

“Places.”

She walked right past me, shopping bags in hand.

“Ooh! Here’s your change.”

She handed me a five dollar bill and a couple coins.

“Wait WHAT CHANGE?! Did you steal my travel money?!”

“Yeah! You owe me!”

“HOW DO I OWE YOU?!?!”

“Shoes, Kindle, blah.”

She said. My face was probably red with anger. My hands turned into fists.

“Those things didn’t COST MONEY!!!!!”

“So? You owe me.”

I took a breath out and put the change into my pocket. Mazy is my big sister, but she is a little bit of a brat sometimes. What am I saying- SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN A BRAT!