“Hey guys, I am so sorry I’m late. Remember Nate, yeah he’s-” I rushed, but ran into the worst time ever. Mom had mascara strewn down her cheeks, and she was blowing her nose. She shook her head at me, and I smelled a chicken cooking in the oven. How could her and dad have fought? I just talked to dad and he was doing well, excited about me seeing them. What could have possibly triggered it? “Mom. What happened?” I hurried over to her.
“It’s nothing with your father hun.” She gave me a nice laugh, so what was it? “I just burned a good chunk of my hand on the oven and it really hurt. I was wearing mascara so I’d look nice for you to have dinner with us, your father is at the clothing store buying a new suit. Oh crud, I wasn’t suppose to tell you that. Act surprised when he walks in with it on, please?” I held my chest, relieved. “But what happened with Nate?” I really didn’t want to feel sad all over again, I was happy that my parents were trying so hard to impress me.
“I’d rather say that after we relax and have dinner, if you don’t mind.” She nodded, and she brought me in for a hug.
“Of course honey, you can go in the living room and watch some tv if you’d like. Dinner should be ready in an hour or so.” She got back to cooking and fixing up the table while I sat on the comfy couch, and watched tv. I put my legs up on a stool in front of the couch, and my arms above my head. “Just like your father.” Mom sighed, making me smile. Out of nowhere, I feel my phone vibrate a few times. It was a text from Nate, who I didn’t want to deal with, Daphne, and Ryan. The only one who sparked my interest was Ryan, and I would tell him about what happened. I didn’t want him to be a type of thing where I wanted to get back at Nate, I just wanted us to take things slow once I knew him better.
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“Hello, this is Ryan Mccall. Who is calling me near my dinner time? If you are not Ally Rhodes, please hang up now.” His words made me chuckle. “Must be her, I recognize that giggle.
“Well hello Mr.Mccall.” I couldn’t hold in the giggles, and I received a look from my mom cooking. I walked into my old room and sat on the bed.
“What am I, married?” I loved how he was as sarcastic as I was, making me smile widely which I sure needed.
“I sure hope not.” I stated.
“You’re getting there though. Making out with your boyfriend in public like that, when it’s supposedly “complicated”.” He did make a good point, because I had said it was indeed complicated.
“I know, but it was only because he was jealous of my flirting with you.” That made Ryan laugh, knowing just how idiotic it was.
“I could see why he was jealous, because I’m just so gosh darn gorgeous.” Our phone call was just full of laughter, and it made me miss when Nate and I had that.
“That, and we were already complicated enough as it was. But don’t worry my friend, he is no longer a concern or complication in my life.” I said, like a royal queen, placing my hand on my chest and pointing my look up in the air. This teen was so outrageous, but I was attached to talking to him. We chatted for at least thirty more minutes, because we ended the call I looked down at the time. It was that easy to chat with him for so long, and I would’ve talked to him for longer but dinner was ready. When I walked into the kitchen I saw dad with his arms stretched out wide with an amazing suit on. It fit him just right, and I loved how much he wanted to make this special.
“Now that’s a Rhodes hug.” He said as we hugged each other. I smiled and could smell the cologne he probably sprayed not very long ago. Mom looked so pretty in her dotted dress, which slimed her just the right amount.
“I know you guys have been the one to be saying it nowadays but I love you both, more than you know.” I smiled at my amazing parents standing in front of me. Mom wiped a tear beginning to stream down your face. “Let’s eat!” Our conversation consisted on how my school was going, and boyfriend status if I had one. I just mentioned Nate wasn’t going to be hanging around me or them, which they didn’t bother wanting to get into detail since I didn’t want to. Even when we were done eating, we had an even longer conversation - Full of laughs, and long moments where we just enjoyed each others company. I honestly never thought I’d be sitting, peacefully eating with my parents until I had another person to be here to comfort me. One of my favorite tv shows were on at eight, so they let me watch it. I decided that I wanted to stay the night, and maybe see if I wanted to come back home for my last year of school. They asked me if I wanted a ride to my apartment to gather clothes for tomorrow, and then go to school in the morning. “I don’t know if I should come back home though, maybe just a few nights every now and then?” I really liked having my own place, but the only reason I mentioned that to them was the fact that I already turned in the money for payment. If I were to move out, all of that money would be down the toilet.
“Why sweetie? We don’t mind having you, if anything we’d love the company.” Mom said, pushing the usual strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’d like staying, but you just paid for my apartment. Too much to just move out, with all that money gone.” I felt guilty now that this felt like something they were trying to do to get me back home. It was more of dad coming to talk to me that convinced me to come back.
“Okay we understand.” Just like how much I’d heard “Are you okay?” it was now “we understand or I”. I could see the sadness resurface on dad and mom’s face, and I felt bad again.
“Please don’t think I don’t want to stay, because I do I’d just feel bad if all your money that you put in just got wasted.” They nodded, and opened the front door for me. When we got outside their car was parked on the opposite side of the road, and before I noticed I turned quickly to see headlights swerving around on the road - There was no chance of me moving away from it.
“Ally!” Mom cried out, was the last thing I heard and then nothing. Darkness and nothing.
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