Trusting Milo

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M I L O

I texted her Sunday morning to let her know I was thinking about her. After not receiving a single response within a couple of hours, I began to grow frustrated. Tanner and Vera both texted her as well-- still nothing. Maybe she was busy. 

I decided to call up Alfonso and gave him Indie's information. I wanted to know more about her background. All I know so far, is that she lives with her dad. He said he'd get back to me and I thanked him.

By dinner time, everyone had texted her at least once, with no response. I was starting to get worried but reminded myself that she isn't one of those people glued to their phone, and that I will see her tomorrow. 

I was in the office having a meeting with my dad about the shipment coming in next week when a knock sounded through the room.

"Alfonso," my dad greeted when opening the door.

"Good evening, Gio. I was actually looking for your son," he stated.

"Come on in," my dad motioned for him to join us.

"I looked up Indigo Rose Carter in the system," he said while handing me his notepad.

Current Age: 17. Mother's Name: Wendy Anne Stewart - Deceased. Father's Name: Jim David Carter. Only child. Birth place: Des Moines, Iowa. Birth date: December 15, 1999. Moved to Denver, Colorado at age eight. Moved to Los Angeles, California last month. Education: Home Schooled Grades K-11, Willow High Grade 12. No other relatives listed.

"No other relatives?," my dad questioned. "That's odd..."

Alfonso nodded his head in agreement, "I thought the same thing, so I looked up the mother and father's background but found nothing. Both had no siblings and their parents already deceased. It's possible, but also very rare."

"Thanks for the help," I said through gritted teeth, storming out of the office.

It was relatively easy to fall asleep since I was in such a hurry to see my girl in the morning. But unfortunately, she wasn't there which made all the worry return. I got a message from her in first period telling me she was sick and was sorry for not texting sooner. My heart skipped a beat. Thank God, she's okay.

The gang and I had lunch together, but we knew it was much quieter without her around. She didn't show again on Tuesday and I was feeling bad knowing that I couldn't be there to take care of her. Hell, I was tempted to skip and bring her some soup at one point during the day. But Vera told me that would be too intrusive.

Thankfully, she showed up on Wednesday morning, looking extremely attractive in her overalls. And I can promise you, no one has ever said that sentence before, so that should tell you something about this girl. She could literally pull off anything, in my opinion. I was so wrapped up in the excitement of seeing her again that I completely spaced on telling her about our Halloween Bash this weekend but I figured I could just ask her when I see her in Spanish.

I N D I G O

Tanner and I received our grade on the Psych project in first period. I was ecstatic to see that we totally aced it. Second period flew by, and before I knew it, Milo was sitting next to me in Spanish.

"I forgot to tell you about our Halloween party this Saturday, and I was hoping you'd be my date," he said as we finished the work sheet Ms. Rodriguez had given us.

I immediately remembered Jim telling me that he was going on another business trip Friday afternoon and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. "I would love to," I cooed in response, excited for another rebellious teenage weekend.