S a t u r d a y 10am
Today was a little unusual, this morning was feeled with a sweet aroma, french toast. I rose from the bed, eyes still puffy. It's a good thing there's a such thing as eye de-puffer, wouldn't want mom to ask questions. Nor dad for that matter. I had walked up to my room the other night from Buddy's house. I walked home at night from a boys house, and nobody knew.
After I had stopped crying, we continued talking, about more lighter subjects. When I lifted my head up to look at Buddy's face when he was holding me, he looked touched at my reaction. But somehow it seemed he knew there was other reasons to my reaciton. But I felt hopeful that we'd discuss that later.
What had taken me back more, was the fact that Buddy was so gentle with me, and not at all the boy he seemed from a distance. Definetely not the boy I might have stereotyped as mean, and out of control after I found out more about his life. I liked him, I knew that much. And his strong arms wrapped around me pulling me close should stay implanted in my thoughts.
I held my uniform top closely to my chest, and took in the scent of Buddy's cologne mixed in with cigarettes. I can admit that I've never been attracted to the scent of cigarette smoke, up until now. I released my uniform top and dropped it into the other heap of clothes laying on the floor. I changed into a decent breakfast outfit. A pastel blue high waisted vintage skirt, and a simple tucked in blouse. I brushed out my hair and applied hair serum, and slipped on a pair of black flats and ran down stairs, mother approved. Check.
I was greeted by my parents at the table, "Goodmorning pumpkin." Daddy said, and kissed me softly on the temple, I smiled at mom. She smiled back, "Good morning darling."
"You too mom." Normally I'd be a little annoyed with mother, but today I felt at ease. Happy, and content. I was so very close to that feeling I used to feel at Daisy st. I sat with my parents, and we talked, actually talked. They asked me more about school, but this time I didn't complain.
"I'm so grateful you are pulling through darling. Oh! What am I saying of course you're loving the school your a Manson." Mom says pridefully. Dad rubs my arm encouragingly, "You're very bright pumpkin, I knew you had it in you all this time. Now the world will see, what a wonderful young Ms. Manson you are. Make us proud." He nods and smiles at me. Mother looks touched, and places her hand over her chest and blinks back tears.
I wanted to say how I really felt, but if it were you in this situation, and you saw how happy your parents looked lliked for you, you'd feel the same way. "I will, I promise." I lied. Though, during this time I wasn't sure if I was lying or telling the truth. All I knew is I wanted to make them happy, even if it meant holding back whatever I wanted to say that'd make them feel otherwise.
And besides, I still felt giddy over building a friendship with Buddy. And oh the feels he gave me! I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of a happy day. After my parents and I talked, I helped my mom with the dishes and she sang happily that we we're all going to go shopping together.
Is there even anything I need? I thought to myself as mom told me the hundreds of dollars she had for me to spend.
I sat on my floral covered bed, and I checked my phone. Buddy and I had made sure to exchange phone numbers. And he texted me sure enough, during breakfast. Good thing I silenced my phone.
1 0: 2 0 am Buddy: Good morning Emily. If you're up, I don't know how late you sleep in on Saturdays.
1 0: 2 5 am Buddy: I guess you're still asleep? When you see this text me. Jackie, and Luke and I are going to a small gig in another city, it starts at 6pm. Interested?
1 1: 0 0 am Me: Good morning, I was up at 10am, I silenced my phone though, hm... I have plans today with the parents, but I don't know how late we'll be out, I'll find out and let you know soon! P.s. Whats a gig?
Well, whatever a gig was I'm sure I'd want to go if Buddy was going.
When it was just us three, it seemed to be fine, until I realized, man does the time fly.
I checked my phone.
2:am Buddy: A gig is just like a concert pretty much. And I'm sure you know what that is? =P A bunch of different city bands are getting together tonight, it's gonna be rad... but non rt as rad as if you were by my side =D
I felt my cheeks darken a deep crimson red, I shoved my phone back into my pldocket hoping my parents didn't take any notice to the obvious fact that I was completely taken by Buddy!
