I Hate Missing You

2- Cecil

 I can not believe I just did that. I just wanted to tell a girl she's pretty and BAM I got her number. How am I going to cover this if Mother dearest finds out? What could I tell her? Is Hannah a new friend from school? Or a study buddy? That new kid from theater?? I don't know. I'll think of a better story sometime later. 

 I look around for my very tall father. He's always easy to spot. After I find him, I surry over to the bench he's sitting on, and stand behind him, hoping he doesn't notice I was gone a little longer than what is usually required to go to the restroom. He doesn't notice, as usual. Satisfied that I am safe from prying questions, I sit down and begin to imagine the lives of the people around me.

 The guy with the purple hair leaning against the wall by the pretzel stand is most definitely waiting for his boyfriend to come back from wherever. The little girl sitting on the bench, eating an ice cream cone is the most popular girl in kindergarten and has all the little boys trailing after her. She will most likely grow up to be a heartbreaker. A little boy and a woman who is probably his grandmother walk up to the girl. Is the girl his sister or a friend? Or is she a stranger to him? Watching the way they interact and the way Grannie watches, I think that they are brother and sister. Grannie sits down and watches the littles eat their ice cream. The lady with the awful blonde tips in the beauty shop is cheating on her boyfriend with his brother. The black haired chick wearing a suit and waiting in line at Jamba Juice is a government agent who just got off work. 

I look around for more stories and notice that not many people are over in this part of the mall. That's strange because the part where I just met Hannah was packed. I look back at Purple Hair and notice that a punk girl has popped out of nowhere and joined him. As Purple Hair slings his arm around Punk Girl, I gather that they are dating. This observation makes me smile.

I see my mother swiftly walking towards me and my dad. I stand up and wave, Dad hasn't noticed her yet. Mom goes over and gently kicks her husband's leg with her designer high heels. He looks at her, turns off his phone and gets up off the bench.

"I didn't find anything worth looking at," She says casually, turning to walk away, "I'm ready to go, how about you guys?"

My dad answers instantly. "We're ready to go."

In reality, I haven't bought anything or even gone in half the shops I wanted to, but I keep my mouth shut. It doesn't matter anyway. Why should it? My parents proceeded to walk towards the exit of the shopping mall, with me walking a few paces behind them. I watch them walk and if I didn't know any better, I would think that they were colleges with a brisk relationship. This is upsetting. 

Once we get to the car I feel my phone vibrate. My parents can't hear it over their conversation. I pull the said electronic out of my pocket and look at the screen. 

Unknown number:

Hi! It's Hannah btw