Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 33

Love.

It's been 17 months, and in a few more I'll be17...

So much has happened.

"Hey, Sophie!" Liz ran up to me from behind the road, giving me a playful nudge.

I smiled at her.

"You won't believe what Andrew told me just before I left..."

My attention was drawn from her to the woods, more specifically, the great vast sky above it.

At the same time nothing has happened at all...

"Hey! Are you even listening to me anymore?"

"huh?" I turned to her again, "Oh...yeah, what was he saying?"

"Jeez, it's like your mind wanders every single second, anyway what he told me was..."

I never, ever, stopped thinking about him.

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"Sophie, remind me to pick up those forms back at the office tomorrow, got it?" Mom said over her shoulder as she stirred the soup we were having for dinner.

I nodded from the table where I was doing my homework, "Yeah."

The phone rang.

"Sophie!"

"I got it," true to what I said, I already had the phone pressed to my ear, "Hello, Daniel's residence."

"Jesus Christ, since when do they have you saying that every time you pick up the phone?"

I rolled my eyes.

Mom called up, "Who is it, dear?"

"It's Josh."

"Damn right it's me. What are you up to, squirt?"

"Nothing much, homework..."

Josh has been in collage for a little over a year now, and believe it or not, I actually end up missing him most of the time.

"So how's it going?"

He groaned, "Horrible. Why the hell am I taking business again...?"

"Because you like it," I snorted, "At least, that's what you said after you gave the shitty reason for 'wanting to make sex-ED plushies for children'..."

"It's a good idea, let them know in advance."

"You freakin sicko..."

"You're just jealous that you didn't come up with it, Miss future Valedictorian..."

"Whatever." my grades aren't that good...

"Anyway, I'm off. Got things to turn in tomorrow."

"Wait, aren't you gonna say hi to Mom?"

"Er, and have her bleed my ear off with her constant lectures about not getting anyone pregnant while I'm here?"

As if on cue, my mother called out again, "Oh, Sophie, I want to talk to him!"

"Please just tell her that I love her..."

"You owe me."

"Good little sister."

"He says he loves you!"

I saw her shoulders slump, "Ugh, fine," disappointment rang from her being at the fact that she wouldn't be able to tell her only son her valuable advice, "Just tell him not to get anyone pregnant!" she does it more to save the would-be girls future career.