The Story of Us

Chapter 13

As we walked, he told me everything. He told me about how his Mom died when he was 7. He told me about his 13 year old sister. He told me about his old beagle named Marshall. He told my why he is re-taking geometry this year. He told me about how he took walks with his Dad every night to talk ever since his Mom died until his Dad lost his job and had to work a night shift at the mall. Then it was my turn to talk. I explained my run-in with Jenny, and  how my brother has been dating her for three monthes and I never knew. We sat on a bench under a dewey pine tree. My shirt was sleeveless, and it was starting to get chilly. He was giving me advice about something when I felt myself getting goosebumps on my arms. He looked down, and noticed. He took off his letterman jacket and put it around my shoulders. My heart was about to fly away. This was practically out of a movie. I couldn't believe this whole day. It has been so long and crazy. It was 5:30 when my Mom texted me and told me to come home for dinner.

"I have to go , it's dinner time. It was so great talking to you." I say, smiling once again. What a suprise, I tell myself.

"Well then I guess I'll see you tomorrow. See you soon then." He says, and winks.

"See you soon then." I smile, and walk home with my keys hitting the spine of my binder quietly.

What a day.

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 As I stand on the porch unlocking the door, I hear loud talking and laughter from the inside. Running up the stairs and into my bedroom, I throw my bag on my desk chair and flopped on my bed. I took a deep breath and smiled. I was extremely happy with how the day turned out. I decided I should go downstairs and tell my parents about my day. I'm also hungry.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad!" I said, my smile beaming. I threw the refrigerator doors open and started to pour chocolate milk into a glass. When I hear-

"We don't get a 'hello'?" I hear Luke say. Uh oh. When I turn around I am not-so-pleasantly suprised with what I see.

"Hi, Luke! Hey Jenny!" I say overly-enthusiastic. So enthusiastic I sound like a barbie. I want her to feel unwelcome.

"Don't you all go to school together? How fun!" My oblivious Mother says.

"Yep. We sure do." I say, with a sneer. When my Mom gives me a look, I flash a fake smile. There's an awkward silence.

"Well... I have homework. Bye." I continue, and with that, I am in my room again. I finish my math homework like its nothing, then sign all of my syllabi. I flip open my laptop and sink into my bean bag. I log into facebook. Hmm. Twenty-seven friend requests? Accept. Accept. Accept. I repeat to myself. And it goes on until I realize I have 950 friends. Yikes. Oh well, some seniors have over two thousand. I think, as an attempt to make my self feel better. I don't have anthing else to do, so I let my favorite guilty pleasure TV show overtake me. I flip on 'Jersey shore'.

"Oh no she didn't! Get her back! Ugh! SCUMBAG!" I find myself yelling at the TV.... just as my Mom walks in.

"Um... are you okay, honey? Do you have a fever or something? You've been acting differently ever since you got home." My Mom asks.

"It's nothing." I reply.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Its' NOTHING!" I yell.

"Fine. Just don't come downstairs and PMS all over everyone, okay?! GOD, you're such a baby sometimes, Phoebe!" And with that, she slams the door. That day went downhill, fast.