Promise

Chapter Eight

"Can we talk?" I ask him standing up from the porch step. I try to talk to him this morning but he wasn't here he went with Cassie to help another client. So all day I have been waiting for him to reply my text messages and when he gets back from where ever they went to.

He took a moment to think about it but I know he going to be polite and talk to me since his aunt standing next to him. He nods. "Sure."

"I'll get dinner ready," she said before it gets awkward and she probably senses something is going on between us.

Once she is inside and out of earshot I was about to go straight into the conversation explaining what happen the night but he spoke up first.

"How was your day?" he asks not making eye contact just staring at the ground. I was little confused because I thought he was going talk about but it looks like he trying to stay clear of that so I went for a bit.

"It was bad at first but then it's kind of gotten good."

"How come?" seriously he just say that like he didn't know why it was bad, did he forgot nothing happen or is he ignoring it.

"How come, what?" The bad part or the good part?"

"How come you have a bad day."

I hesitated for a moment before talking. "Well, this guy that I been hanging out for awhile wouldn't answer my text all day trying to explain what really what happen that night. He just ignores it, like he doesn't want to do anything with me no more after that."

"Maybe the guy doesn't want to talk to her that why he ignores her message," he said with little harsh tone and also heartless. And it felt like my heart just shatters into a million pieces.

I took a deep breath to try to collect myself for he doesn't hear the hurt in my voice what he just day moment ago. "Alright. Well, I should get going then. Bye, Ken." it was nice knowing you and I'll cherish the memory that I had fun with you. I walk past him and starts head next door to my house. Until I felt something wraps around my wrist. I turn to see him and then he moves to sit on the porch steps so I did.

"I'm sorry. I'm just pissed off what happen that night with you and him. I could stand him being with you or kiss you. So you could say that I kind sound-"

"Jealous." he gives a look to let him finish talking. "Sorry, go on."

"Yes, jealous. I don't want to be a drag in with there another person trying to win your affection. It's your decision who you want to be with. But know this that I'm not going to cross the line where it's going to confuse you more and make you second guess if you really did make the right choice to be with that person, alright." I nodded. So that why he keeps holding back whenever we about shared a moment together he doesn't want to make thing more complicated then it seems like it is between me and him and Cole.

After we that out of us he talks about his day working with his aunt. He tells me to keep getting confused or get things mix up whenever his aunt asked him to do something or get something for her or ask for his opinion on something for the house that she redecorating for someone. I wish I was there to see all of it with him trying to figure out how his aunt does this for a living and everything she know what they really by knowing their personality.

"So, you didn't tell me about the good part of your day. How was it?"

"Oh, right. I have a baby brother now."I try to hold my excitement but I couldn't.

"So your Mom have the baby already."

"Yeah about two hours ago. They were going to release her and the baby but they change his it is and how tired she is. So they won't be home until morning."

"So it just you by yourself at home or is someone there with you?"

"No, my Dad home. He wants to get everything tidies up for they get home and also getting tomorrow cookout ready too."

"Oh. I forgot all about that. Thank for reminding me, I should tell Cassie too. She probably forgot about it too being busy all this week."

"Yeah. Well, I should get going. See you tomorrow."

"See ya." we got up at the same time. I wanted to give him a hug goodbye but that seems like I'm crossing the line that he put between us. So instead I simply wave and have a small smile on my face.

When I got home I see what Dad is up to, see if he needs any help cooking or cleaning the house up a bit. I enter the kitchen and see him stand by the oven baking something. Looking around I see that the half the grocery are put away. We went the store after leaving the hospital to get things prepare for tomorrow. I wonder if it's going to be too much work to be doing before the holiday after having another child, but to him, it looks like it didn't, yet. When it about it's to catch up to soon.

"Do you want the rest of the stuff away or are going start making some of it instead of the last minutes."

"I was thinking of staring it early but preheat it early in the morning."

"I could help out if you want. So you got half the food be ready to be cooked or be refrigerated."

"Yeah, sure. If you're willing up to it." I give him a look that I'm up for anything. "Alright, why don't you start with the pasta salad and then the deviled egg and we go from there."

"Sound like a plan." we start getting into work for the next few hours trying to get half of the food ready when our guest come and have a good time.

During preparing the food Dad would still be talking about his experience on the cruise ship and I hope I can go on next year helping him out or explore the cruise ship. But then he started to talk about something that I never expect him to say.

"So what's going on with you and that boy next door?" he said checking on the cookies.

"Nothing. Why?" I ask making the devil eggs.

"Just wondering. How come?"

"He doesn't want to be more than a friend if there someone is involved."

"What do you mean by that?" I don't really want to tell him but I went to head explaining what has been going before he got home. "So who do you want to be with?"

"I thought I know who it is but not no more."

"I think you do but don't want to hurt the other by choosing someone else than them." I hate it when the right half the time. Why do parents have to be right about something in a situation? How? I like to know that or what they are thinking when their kids talk to them about a certain thing they can't say to that person. I want to know what is it but if I ask he might say something like it a parent thing you know someday when your older and have your own kids and they be asking the same thing. And I also know that he going be right about that one too so I must let it be and I went back to making the foods and Dad didn't ask anymore what going in my life or anything else.