B. Loski's Point of View
"Not if I see you first." I spoke sweetly as I watched her walk out of my room. She closed the door behind her and I fell back onto my bed. Letting myself squeal a little with happiness as I stare up at the roof. I shot back up, walking over to my window.
I tapped on my window, making Naomi turn around. She spun around, smiling up at me and waving. I chuckled lightly, waving back at her. I quickly opened my window, "I'll miss you!" I screamed in a teasing manner.
Naomi laughed, throwing up her middle finger before hopping onto her bike and riding away. I walked back towards my bed, plopping back down and staring up at the ceiling. I let my smile grow and laughs escape my lips.
"Bryce, dinner!" My mother called out to me. I sat up, "Coming!" I yelled back, I rubbed my face quickly before standing up and taking a deep breath. Holy shit, they probably all just saw Naomi! Not that I'm embarrassed, I just don't want them to give me shit about having a girl in my room. Even worse, I don't want to hear my Dad's stupid comments about football. Fucking hell, I hate football.
I walked down the steps and to the dining room, sitting down in the seat beside my grandfather. My grandfather shot me a thumbs up and I let out a laugh. I grabbed the potatoes and put a pile on my plate, giving my grandfather a serving as well.
"Saw Naomi walking out." Lynetta commented with a giggle. I rolled my eyes at her, "Shut up, Lynetta."
"Don't talk to your sister like that." My mother commanded. I nodded, "Sorry, Ma." My mother smiled, "I like Naomi, such a sweet girl." My mother practically swooned over Noami, hell everyone should she's amazing, but I swear my mom would trade me to have her as a daughter.
Naomi has always been so sweet to everyone in my family. When Naomi used to come over all the time, she'd always offer to help with everything. She always insisted on helping my mother with dinner and always asked my mother if she needed the lawn mowed.
She was even nice to my dad, who is distant and moody. And judgy. All the time. About literally anything and everything he could complain about. I don't understand how someone could be so bitter. Especially when it came to Naomi, he always thought I wasn't reaching my full potential with her as my friend. Truth is, I'm probably holding Naomi back.
I looked over at my dad, watching him as he cut the steak. Huh, surprising. He didn't have any comments. It's sorta creeping me out. I shook it off quickly, beginning to eat my meal. My father looked towards me, "Getting ready for football, Bryce?" He asked.
I shrugged softly, "Conditioning starts next week." My father shrugged, "It's always good to start soon. You want to be better than everyone else, don't you." I sighed. I don't want to argue with him now. I don't want to ruin this day. I mean- it started off pretty shit but, it's ending quite well and I want to keep it that way. I continued to eat, in silence.
Only being able to think of Naomi the whole time, what else would anyone expect from me?
