Overcoming Obstacles..

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"Emma how long are you gonna just sit there and do nothing all day?" My mom complained as I was lounging on the couch. I practically ignored her, still thinking about Nathan all day. Our conversations went from level to level and I wanted more of it. Sadly, it's 9:30 in the morning and theres still no message from him. I'm tempted to message him first, but at the same time I insist he does. "Are you even listening to me?" My mom's impatient comment interrupted my thoughts. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking." I mumbled under my breath. "Well quit thinking and help your father and I with the chores." She sternly demanded. I sighed and went to the bathroom to begin my tiresome chores.

Cleaning the bathroom was my first chore of the day. I had to scrub the tub, rinse the sink out and wipe the mirror. But, I couldn't help thinking about Nathan. I wonder what he looks like; I bet he's a really tall guy with wonderful hair and a great smile. I'm sure girls chase him, since he's so perfect. However, that personality of his is what draws me the most to him. Without even realizing what I was doing I tripped over a Febreze spray can laying on the floor. "Ahh!" I screamed as I landed on my elbow nearly twisting it 360 degrees. As I got up trying to recover from my fall, my elbow started to excrete pain. "Emma are you okay?" My dad stormed in the bathroom finding me in pain. "I think I twisted my arm." I cried as I was muffiling my pain. "Go to your room, get some ice and take a rest...understand?" He sympathetically said as he left the bathroom.

I layed in my bed, while feeling the coldness of my ice packet. "Thanks alot Nathan, now my arm is all messed up." I whispered to myself. "Ding!" My laptop chimed as the screen lit up. I quickly sat up and checked Skype finding a message from Nathan. "Hey Em...wassup." I read from the lit screen. I was waiting for that sentence all day and that dream finally came true. Nathan was a savior from this twisted  planet we call home. "I kno dis sounds strange, but wen will I finally get 2 c my stalker's face?" I exploded on the messaging board. For sone reason, Nathan didn't quickly reply as usual to my question. Actually he didn't respond to it at all. He intentionally didn't respond for 10 minutes and said,"Wat r u doin 2day?" I mean that was unlike him and from his text's tone, something about him definitely didn't seem right. I didn't want to over-analyze it, so I just brushed it to the side.

Today our conversation lacked its spark. There was no Hunger Games, or exciting commentary on the latest music hits; it was nothing more than a causal conversation between two human beings. "Listen Em, I'll ttyl....it's gettin pretty late....ya kno?" Nathan broke the awkward drawback in the conversation. How was 8:30 late? Yesterday our conversation lasted till 12 in morning. I quickly "agreed" to how late it was and we called it a night. Maybe it was what I said that pushed him away, I guess that's my nature as a person.

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It's 9:00 now and I'm laying on my porch watching the sun die away. Sunsets have this way of making a long terrible day into a sweet relaxed feel. I don't know if it's just me being weird, but it made me forget about the world. "What you up to kiddo?" My dad creeped from behind the door while taking a seat next to me. I stared down at my sandals and didn't reply to his heartwarming question. "This...this sunset is beautiful....actually your mom and I met under a sunset kinda like this." He stated while trying to get me to speak. I smiled and blurted,"Dad you told me that over millions of times." Teasing up my hair, he chuckled and sighed. "Your hair looks nice like that, Em." He complimented me as his ran his finger down my auburn braid. I pulled my braid toward me to admire the autumn like tresses. I unraveled my autumn braid to form big bouncy auburn curls. "You get all your nice hair from your mother." My dad remarked as he smiled and went back inside. That was the difference between my mom and dad; my mom is the strict organized type, while my dad was a people person always creating smiles. His company made me forget about all the happened today. I stood up admiring the newly risen stars that painted across the night sky. "Beautiful...." I mumbled under my breath and smiled on my way inside.

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