Venice guy

Chapter 7

It's 9 am Saturday morning and now that I'm actually outside my front door in the cold waiting for Hailey to show up I can't remember again why I agreed to get up this early to go shopping in L.A. with her. I like shopping fine but I definitely don't like it this much.

Actually it's already 9:15 am and Hailey isn't here yet so I might as well go back in side and get myself some coffee. I look at my phone to see that I've missed a call from Hailey. I'm just about to call her back when my phone buzzes, a message from Hailey.

Hailey: Sorry for being late, forgot to tell u I had to pick up Ella first... we'll be there in 15 xx

Right, I forgot Ella was coming as well. It's not that I don't like having her around because I do, it's just that I feel a little awkward about the fact that her brother annoys the hell out of me. But then again she already knows I don't like him and she also knows he doesn't like me either so I guess it'll be fine.

I hope it'll be fine because I do really like her and it would also be fun if Hailey and I weren't the only two girls in our group of friends anymore. I mean Hailey and I can handle ourselves fine with all these guys around but still sometimes, like when we're deciding which movie we want to watch when we all hang out together, it would be kind of nice to have another girl on our team. And also just because she's really funny and nice and I think she'd fit really well into our group of friends.

I text Hailey back that it's okay and that I wanted to get some coffee anyways so she shouldn't worry about it.

I turn around and start walking back to the door again while I run my hand through one of the pockets of my jacket in search of my keys. I can't find them. I feel my other pocket but they aren't there either. Shit. I feel the back pockets of my jeans but don't find them there, I mean why would they I but still you never know. I check the pockets of my jacket again but unfortunately my keys haven't magically appeared so I still don't have them.

Great what do I do know. I cant ring the doorbell cause I don't want to wake up my mom. I mean if it was only Noah being home I wouldn't care and just wake him up but my mom's still sleeping as well and I don't want to wake her up because she wasn't to happy about the fact that we woke her up again last night when Jaimy and Alex were here.

I sigh and walk back to the end of our front yard where I sit down in an old wooden chair. It used to be some sort of beige color but almost all of the paint has come off already so now it's more like some old type of brown with some beige pieces of paint that look like they're about to fall off. I pull off a litlle piece of paint from the armrest and crunch it in between my fingers like I used to do when I was little, I remember my mom always getting mad at me whenever I did.

We used to have more than one of these chairs and we always ate dinner in them outside in the backyard if the weather was good. But then after dad left we didn't really do that kind of stuff anymore. When mom was starting to feel better after the divorce she did wanted to do things like that again but Noah said it wouldn't be the same if it was just the three of us so he threw them away.

Well not all of them, he kept this one and still sometimes last summer he would just go out into the backyard after dinner and sit there on his own. I think he really misses dad, I do to because well we don't exactly see him often, but it just seems like Noah's having a harder time with it.

The reason why it's standing here in the front yard right now is because mom decided to redecorate our entire backyard last month. She got rid of everything and bought a new outside table (with new chairs) and planted a whole bunch of colorful flowers and stuff. It looks nice so maybe next summer we'll be eating together outside again.