This Is a Wasteland

Part Four

I feel like such an asshole, but I don’t at the same time. If that makes any sense at all.

I twirl my phone in my hands and distract myself.

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and I sigh a breath of relief.

Getting up from my bed I run downstairs to the front door.

I pull it open and there stands Tony, skateboard in hand.

“Hey.” I say stepping to the side.

“Hi.” He says rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

He walks in and I walk up the stairs with him close behind me.

We both head into my bedroom and I shut the door behind us.

I fall onto my bed and look over to Tony.

His backpack slung over his shoulder and an awkward look on his face.

“I forgot that this will be awkward since we both still don’t really know each other.” I say.

“Yeah.” He says chuckling.

He rubs his neck again awkwardly and I pull my legs up to sit crisscross.

I pat my bed and he walks over and sits down.

“You can put your backpack down.” I say laughing a little.

“Right. Sorry.” He says pulling off his backpack and setting it by my nightstand.

“No need to be sorry. Wanna watch a movie and get to know each other more?” I ask.

“Sure.” He says moving up towards my pillows.

I go to my stack of DVDs and flip through them.

Star Wars.

I hold up the DVD to him and smile big.

“Please tell me you like this movie.” I say.

“I do. I’m obsessed with that movie.” He says smiling.

“Well we’re off to a good start then.” I say putting the DVD in and starting it.

I plop down on the bed next to him and we watch the movie without saying a word.

After the movie is done my stomach starts growling.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

He nods.

We both get up and I walk down the stairs to the kitchen.

“By the way you better learn where everything is in my house. First and second time I’ll get stuff for you and help you out but after that you can get whatever you want.” I say getting into the fridge.

“Okay.” He says chuckling.

“Want some hot pockets?” I ask.

“Sure.” He says smiling.

I put them in the microwave and jump up onto the counter.

“So tell me about yourself.” I say looking over to him.

He leans back against the counter and clears his throat.

“Well my name is Tony. Obviously. I’m eighteen. I play guitar. I’m obsessed with turtles and Star Wars. I’m pretty boring actually, no love life, I don’t even really hang out with friends. The only people I’m ever around is the guys in the band and I guess now you.” He says doing the neck thing again.

“I’m gonna call you turtle for now on.” I say giggling.

“Tell me about you.” He says smiling, obviously getting more comfortable.