I am Widow

Chapter 8

Next day:

“Widow, wake up.”

I hear a voice disturbing my sleep.

“Widow come on! You want me to tickle you?” the voice asks.

Gosh, I'm ssoooo sleepy!!!

“Fine, I warned you.”
Oh wait it's Joe.

Next thing I know, Joe is tickling me to death.

“STOP STOP! AH!” I am laughing. He knows I'm very ticklish; hate it he takes advantage of that.

“No! Ha ha! No suffer Widow!” Joe is laughing as well.

I continue to beg him to stop tickling me. He laughs and tickles me more.

“No ha! Say the magic word!” Joe says.

Great. What in the world is the magic word?

Is it please?

Finally Joe stops and lays besides me.

“Heh, Widow you scream like a little girl.” Joe teases me.

Wow, he most really be happy. I haven't seen him genuinely smile in a while. We never play this way, well only when I was little.

“Stupid I am one.”

“Yeah and very pretty-pretty lazy.” Joe laughs.

I slap him, “whatever what time is it?”

“it's like 7:33. and you only have like twenty minutes to get ready, so get your lazy ass off the bed.”

I groan. I don't want to get up but then I remember James and Jessica. I want to see them again.

“Widow, come on, want the tickle monster to get you again?” Joe asks me.

Okay, this is creeping me out. He is being too nice, and he isn't asking me about coming late yesterday.

“No thanks.” I get up from my comfortable white bed.

“So, Widow, where were you yesterday? You didn't come right after school.”

Make something up I tell myself. I can't tell him I was with James.

“I was with Jessica. She was talking and talking before I knew it it was like 8.” Well I did meet a Jessica.

“Jessica? You have a friend?” Joe seems surprised.

I just nod.

“That's great! Is she in the same class as you?”

“Yeah and nope but I met her in the library. She's cool.”

“Oh cool I guess. I guess everything is going good for both of us.” Joe smiles. He looks years younger.

He leaves the room and get ready for school.

I decided since Joe finally washed the clothes to go with some shorts and a black long sleeve shirt. I put on my ripped converse on and backpack.

I look myself in the mirror. My outfit doesn't look that weird at all. Since it's fall it's okay to wear long sleeve shirts, but I don't know about shorts.

“Joe can you give a ride?” I walk to the kitchen.

Joe turns my way and seems surprise (again) of how polish I looked.

“You look great. I like your little outfit. Cute.”

“Thanks, its not too short right?”

“Nah, just long enough for me not to get mad. Did you brush your hair?”