BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 12

So it annoys me when Polly says I'm in love with Tray and not Dave.

I mean, Tray and I are friends. At least that's what we are right now, but we are F-R-I-E-N-D-S!
And friends don't have feelings for each other right?

We've got three more days before the holiday ends and I'm pissed. How can time fly so fast?

Tray offered to drop me home last night but I declined. He's done too much already.

" Wow, that guy is cute." Polly says and points the TV.

I look up at the screen.

" Naaaah, he looks miserable."

"That's not true."

She turns off the Tv.

" But you know Hal, it's pretty clear you like Tray. A lot."

It's like something is caught in my throat.

I swallow.

"And why do you keep on saying that?"

"Because anyone with the power of observation can see you're crazy about him."

" Noooo." I roll my eyes.

Am I?

" Oops." Polly shrieks and grabs her coat.

" What?"

" My dad, he needs me in the restaurant. Talk later."

She walks over and hugs me.

" Yeah. Take care."

Since I've got nothing to do, I'll just sit on the front porch and mind my business.

I step outside and lean my head back, eyes closed and let the light wind blow through my hair and softly kiss my face.

The sound of screeching tires startles me from my thoughts. I look up to see Tray's car pull in the driveway and jerk to a halt.

His face looks stiff through the windshield.

He stays behind the wheel for a few seconds before jumping out and walking over to me. He stares down at his feet and chews his bottom lip.

" Nice morning."

I place my hands in my jacket pockets and look out into the street. It's quiet and peaceful.

" Yes it is."

He sits next to me.

" Wait. Your dad in?"

He's scared.

" No." I mumble. " Why?"

He looks at me with those big brown eyes and my heart drops.

" Are you hungry?" He asks.

I look up. A small smile on my face.

" You do love to eat."

He's already up.

" Maybe. Where do you want to go?" he asks and fix his black flannel shirt.

" I don't know. You choose."

" Ok."

I silently follow him to his car. He slams his door behind him and looks down at his phone.

"Looks like I have to make another quick stop. It'll only take a few minutes."

I nod my head and turn to face the window. It doesn't really bother me that I enjoy spending time with him.

He's a fun guy. And he loves food.