Diary of Me: Thirteen Year-Old Spy [Discontinued]

Chapter Two

I got home and sat down in front on the TV after I brewed some coffee. Decaf of course. Caffeine makes me insanely hyper. Not a pretty sight, really. I decided to watch some girly movie called A Weekend with Cupid. The start of it was pretty interesting, actually. And then it got dra-matic. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, even though I knew I should probably be getting to bed for school the next day. Then the typically craving came and I realized I was out of popcorn. I called up ol' Scott Deller who lives like two houses away. It rang and rang and rang and I almost hung up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Scottie?"

"Emma? It's like ten thirty at night, what do you want?" I was about to answer when I heard someone's voice in the background. Then Scott said, "Coming, Mother! I'll be right back."

I waited a few minutes until he got back. "What's your mother doing with you?"

"She flew in to visit me for the next few days and we just got back from the airport. I had to show her to her room."

I heard his mother again in the background, "Scottie, do you still sleep with . . ." I could tell Scott tried to cover the phone quickly with his hand so I wouldn't hear the next part . . . But I did. ". . . Allen?"

I could just tell Scott's cheeks turned red right then. "No, mother I stopped when I was five, remember?"

"The way I remember it, you slept with him up until that night before you moved out. Then you took him with you."

Scott didn't answer. He removed his hand from the speaker and I said, "Who's Allen?"

I imagined his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red. "A stuffed unicorn," he said quietly. I laughed. "Anyways, what did you want?"

"Popcorn."

"You mean you want me to leave my house at ten thirty, get in my car, and drive over there just to bring to popcorn."

"Yup. Pretty much sums it up."

"I'll be there in five minutes."

"'Kay, bye."

"Bye."

Shortly after I heard a knock on the door, and, forcing myself to leave the TV, I let him in. "Thanks, Scottie."

"You're welcome," he said and handed me the popcorn bag. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's a school night."

"Nah. I'm fine," I shouted from the kitchen while I put the bag in the microwave. "How's your mother?"

"Motherly, as always. Honestly, I'm preparing myself for a lecture about the laundry I need to do pretty soon."

I laughed and soon joined him in the den. "You wanna stay for a minute and watch the movie?"

"What's it called?"

"A Weekend with Cupid."

"What's it about?"

"I'll catch you up. There's this woman who's crushing on this man, but she's too shy to talk to him and every time she does something goes horribly wrong. So she gets this flyer in the mail that says, 'Spend a weekend with Cupid and all your problems will be solved.' So eventually she goes to meet this guy secretly. He always wears a mask and he's just started training her and giving her advice." Spoiler alert: They start falling in love over the weekend. In the end he takes off his mask when they're alone revealing that he is the man she's been crushing on. He set up the whole thing all along to tell her he liked her back.

"Oh, Gaw."

"Oh, come on. You know you wanna watch it."

"Okay, maybe a little, but I should get back to my mother."

"Yep, go home to your mommy."

"Oh, shut up, Emma." He started to walk out the door.

I shouted after him, "Tell Allen I said 'hi.'"

He stopped for a second and muttered something that I think was, "I will." He walked out, got in his car, and left. I smiled, finished my movie, and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I was exhausted from staying up so late. At least I got up on time, though. I got ready pretty quickly and left for school.

If I had know what was going to happen, though, believe me, I would've stayed home. AND IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF KAREN. STUPID KAREN WHO THINKS SHE RULES THE SCHOOL. UGG. I WISH I COULD JUST REVEAL MY IDENTITY AND SHOW HER WHOS BOSS. SHE MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMA