Restoration

CHAPTER 24 Logan

I really don't like Owen. He's clingy, possessive, annoying, and pathetic. He's no man. Avery deserves much better. That's all I can think of on the drive home. My mind is racing with what I should've done, and what I should've said. I wish I wasn't such a little pussy.

Before I enter my house, I try to calm my nerves. Leave the issues outside, and walk in with a happy, positive attitude, for Lily's sake. I turn the door knob and step through. Lily's on the couch watching some stupid TV show, and mom is at the kitchen table with bills in front of her.

“Hi sweetie, how was your Valentine's?” my mom interviews.

“It was alright.”

“That's good,” she says, clearly uninterested. The house phone rings and I answer it.

“Hello?"

“Hi, is Andrea there?” Why is this guy asking for my mom?

“Yes, may I ask who's calling?”

“Michael. From work. I have a question about the um... statements.”

“Okay? Mom, phone."

“Thanks hun,” I hand her the phone. “Hello?” I walk out of the room to put my stuff in my room and get started on some homework.

I emerge from my room about 20 minutes later. My mom is still on the phone, giggling and laughing like a dumb cheerleader. What the actual fuck? Whatever. I walk over to Lily and watch her show with her while she sits on my lap. My mom finally gets off the phone ten minutes later.

“Logan sweetie, I'm going to need you to watch your sister on Saturday night, I have a date.”

“With that Matthew or Michael guy?” I ask defensively.

“Michael, and yes.” This makes me irritated, it makes me pissed off. This makes me want to punch things. He seems like a geek, like he won't treat my mom very well, and I don't like it. I'm a guy who likes consistency, and if he gets thrown in there, I'll be the one to personally throw him out. Lily feels me tense and gets off my lap. I stand up and stomp away.

“I'm going to the garage,” I mutter angrily.

I open the door and admire the car my dad and I were supposed to work on together. I admire the dark blue paint on the body of the Thunderbird. I look at the car that once was, and will probably never be again. I can't bare working on it without my dad. The memories hurt too much, but I can't get rid of it either. My dad bought me that car so we could work on it together, make it my first car. Maybe I should create new memories with it. I decide to text Avery.

L: Hey Avery

A: Hi Logan!

L: Wat r u doing tmrw aftr skool?

A: Nothing I think. Why?

L: Wanna help me wrk on my car

A: Sure(:

L: Cool see u tmrw

Awesome, I can create memories with Avery and the T-bird now.