"I long for the sound of your voice."
-barenaked ladies
I start my car and prepare to leave the D'Angelo's parking lot when my phone vibrates from the passenger's seat. I lean over and answer it just before the last ring, "Hello?"
"Hi, Beverly." I grin at the sound of her voice.
"I believe you're supposed to wait a reasonable amount of time after a date before calling, Lennon."
"This is completely reasonable."
I peek in my rearview mirror and see her in the driver's seat of the beat up, white car parked behind me. "I can see you. We just said good bye."
I watch as she ducks and disappears out of sight, under the steering wheel, "You can't anymore."
I chuckle and look away, "Why are you calling?"
"I just wanted to tell you who's performing at the concert. I just realized that you should probably know."
"Who?"
"The Indigo Girls; only the best band of all time."
I start to pull out, "I thought you said that was Nirvana."
"Well... Okay, Nirvana is a gallon of ice-cream but Indigo Girls... The Indigo Girls are like a giant cake with ice-cream on the side."
A smile stretches across my lips, "Brilliant but I've never heard of them."
"Think lesbians with guitars."
"Hot."
I can practically hear her grin, "I could join a band."
Giggling, I roll to a stop at a red light, "Anyways, could you drive me? I've only been to one concert and it was in eighth grade."
"That's so sad. Yes, I can drive you; just text me your address later."
"Okay, I'm excited," and I am. A little too excited actually.
"Me too. I have to get going though. How much is reasonable time before a call?"
"I don't know... three days?"
"Okay, I'll talk to you then. Bye."
"Bye," I snap the phone shut, smiling.
When I ease into the drive way, I see mom and dad reading on the porch. I sigh and stop the car, getting out. The lawn is damp with this mourning's dew and I make my way to the door on the tips of my toes.
Mom looks up, "Hi, sweetie."
Dad keeps his nose in his book like the world is nonexitant. I try to get past they, "Hey, what are you guys up to?" I hardly ever see them reading anything but forms from work. They usually don't have time to.
"Couples Reading Time. It's supposed to help the marrage grow. Quality time so you can stay connceted."
I try not to roll my eyes, "The two of you seem very contected." Mom just nods, "I've got something to do next week, by the way. A concert."
"That's nice."
I stare at her for a minute longer and wait for something more but it never comes. I sigh and shove the front door open.
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hello, loves. it has been like two weeks since i last updated because i'm an awful human being. i'm sorry! i did publish a few more stories though, if you're interested :)
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