Uncertainty

meeting the fam.

"What have I done?" I ask myself, reading the message over and over again. I run upstairs, leaving the movie on, not caring that I'm not going to finish it tonight. 

I run into my room, and I look in my huge mirror. I am so stupid.

I can't love him, I just can't. I'm only seventeen. That seems to be too early an age. What is wrong with me?

I left my phone downstairs, because some things are too extreme, wait, no, too unbelievable to get an answer to. I just cannot believe I just did that. 

Aren't the guys supposed to say it first? 

What if he doesn't feel the same? Oh god, now I just feel like a creep. 

I lay down on my bed, hoping to just fall asleep as soon as I hit that pillow. But when my head finally sunk down in it, I still was not asleep.

Oh, but any other time I'd be out like a light. 

So now I'm forced to do what a kindergartner does: count sheep.

In my mind, not aloud of course, I start to count:

1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep, 4 sheep...

and by the fiftieth sheep, I can feel myself drifting away. 

Wow, that really does work. 

* * *

In the morning, or should I say afternoon, I'm awoken by a call. I look at my phone to see it's Houston, but I really don't to hear him complain about my text. What if it woke him? Or he was just disgusted.

If he was disgusted, he wouldn't be calling you write now.

Right. I click the answer button, and for a moment there is a lot of silence. And that isn't wat I'd like to hear. I wish he would say something, like I love you too, or, 'sorry I didn't answer, I was just a bit stunned,' and then I'd be okay.

 "I got your text last night." he says, not really angrily, just normal.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that, I mean I was so tired and I didn't know-"

"Its alright, Sierra. I love you too." he says, and laughs a little.

"You do?" I ask, and I can imagine him nodding his head.

"Yeah, I do." he says, and I imagine him smiling. Not a smirk, not laughing, just a full on smile. Like boys do in the movies, when they fall in love, and the girl says she loves him, and all he can do is smile, and say it back.

"Will you come over?" I ask, and he coughs, like he's getting ready to object.

"I would, but, I think it's time you meet my family." he says, and that makes me smile. He wants me to meet his family, he wants his family to meet me. 

He gives me his address and I ride along over to his house, even though its only foot steps away. I cannot believe we have lived this close and have never seen each other. Maybe because my friends I were away in the hideout, or because I'm always watching ND and never outside most of the time.

When I pull in their driveway, I go up onto the porch. His house is fairly nice, smaller than mine, but still pretty big from what I can tell. I've always wanted to live in a house like it. With wood, not glass. Privacy was my main focus, but glass doesn't work too well for privacy.

I go over to the door, and knock softly, and I'm afraid that was a bit too soft, because no one comes at first. So I knock a little harder, and then a woman, short with brown curls, but a slim body opens the door.