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Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Two

Amanda’s P.O.V

I sat in my living room, a sad romantic movie on the tv, wondering what to do. I was tired of the movie, having seen it before, and it was a Saturday. I had promised that I would give Dylan the day off from being tutored so he could go to a party, and now I had nothing to do. 

I wasn’t saying that Dylan was my everything and I had nothing without him, which wasn’t true, I was just really bored; and not to mention wondering how I got by before I had friends to hang out with all the time. I used to read books all the time, but I haven’t gone to the library since I’ve been busy with Dylan and I actually got around to reading all the books I had bought and just never had time to read since I haven’t gone to the library to get new ones; or the store either. 

I was stumped. Even Nate was busy. He was working and afterwards was planning on seeing a friend that he kept in touch with since high school. So I couldn’t hang out with Nate. Which I really wanted to considering he still had my kitten. But, I would some day. 

Then, I looked down to my phone which was sitting on the coffee table in front of me, and instantly, a thought popped into my head. I could have a girl’s night with Bekah! I was almost so excited at my immaculate idea to realize that the girl‘s night wasn’t already planned, and that I had to call her first. I quickly took my pink flip phone from the table, and dialed her cell phone number that I had memorized from all the times I had called her. 

She answered on the fourth ring exactly, saying her usual, “This is Bekah, my love.” 

“Hey, Bekah. I had an awesome thought about a minute ago.” I told her, happily. 

“Oh? And what was this thought, dear Anda?” She said, sounding just like her usual happy and peppy self. I think if she wasn’t, her world would be seriously ending, along with probably everyone else’s. She was never a sad or unhappy person. Unless someone got her mad, but her anger usually never last more than five minutes. 

“Well, I had a premonition.” I told her, grinning even though she couldn’t see me. 

“Anda, are you going to make me die in wait? Or possible have a seizure with the suspense? Oh! I know, you want me to grow gray hairs and start to wrinkle before you tell me, don’t you?” she said, while giggling. 

I laughed. “No. Well, I saw us having a girl’s night tonight.” 

I could hear her squeal, and I could imagine her jumping up and down in her room. “Yes! That sounds so nice! I’ve been dying to hang out with you like we used to for so long! Since you started tutoring Dylan, we haven’t had many girl nights.” 

I instantly felt guilty. “I’m sorry, Bekah. I don’t try to be so busy with him. It just happens. I’ll make sure we have more girl nights after this, okay?” 

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad,” she said, laughing, “I was just stating a fact. But that would be nice.” 

I could almost see the excitement in her face. I knew hat it had been a while since it was just us. Lately, it’s been Bekah, Dylan, and I. Which I felt bad about. We haven’t really been able to talk about anything. Which is why she still doesn’t know that Dylan and I kissed. Bu it’s kind of like it didn’t happen. Dylan hasn’t mentioned it, and we aren’t awkward or different to each other now. 

“So who’s house?” I asked, laying down across the whole couch. 

“Umm, mine?” she said almost like a question. “I still don’t like your food.” 

I laughed. “I should have known. What time?” 

“Anytime you want to drive over here. I would offer to pick you up, but that’s just not me.” Her voice was happy, and I could hear things moving in the back ground. She was most likely cleaning her room. She always has a messy room and needs at least an hour to rid it of the clothes on her floor and the papers and things around her room. But even though she needs an hour, she usually just manages to shove everything either under her bed or in her closet. She claims she gets distracted easily.