You and I

Chapter 5

Emily's POV

I was watching the clock tick by super slowly while I was waiting for school to end for the day. I still can't believe that Liam was going to be coming over to my house in a few hours!

Only thirty seconds left of class before the day is out. 30...29...28...

Beeeepppp! Finally, the bell rang. I didn't think I was going to last.

I rushed to my locker and got all of the books that I would need for my homework, and then I made a mad dash to get a good seat on the bus. I picked a seat close to the back of the bus, and I put in my headphones as I felt sleep calling my name.

I wake up about 25 minutes later feeling refreshed, and I see that there are only two stops left before I have to get off. I start to get excited for Liam being able to come over later. It all felt like a dream earlier; Liam being assigned as my partner, and then, he asked to go over to my house later today. Wow, this is shaping up to be a pretty nice day so far.

The bus stops at the end of my street, and I climb out and power-walk to my house. I look at my watch to see how much time I have before Liam can get here, and it reads 3:37. Good. Now I have enough time to start dinner and do some of my other homework before he gets here.

The first thing I do when I get inside is that I throw my bags on top of the couch and pull out my math homework. Ugh, pre-calc. I guess I'll have to suck it up for now.

Thirty minutes later, I pull out my social studies text book that says "American History." Personally, I've always hated history, but I do see why it is important. If we don't learn from our past mistakes, then we will be bound to repeat them. I sigh as I pull out my notebook and get started on the assignment.

Finally! I'm done with social studies 23 minutes later, and I look at the clock on the t.v. which says, 4:30 exactly. Good, now I can start on dinner.

I migrate to the kitchen and look through the recipe book until I find an old family recipe for pizza and garlic bread. I hope Liam likes pizza, but I mean, who doesn't?

I've always had a fun time making home made pizza. My favorite part is throwing the dough in the air and catching it again. I do this a few times before I place it in the pan and start spreading the sauce all over the dough.

I then proceed to look for the block of Parmesan cheese that I know is in the fridge. Once I find it, I get the grater out and grate the cheese. When I have about two, maybe three cups of cheese, I sprinkle it all over the pizza and add a few secret spices.

Once I'm all done with that, I pop it in the oven, and now, all I have to do is wait and let it cook. I walk away from the oven and pad into the quaint living room to turn on our new stereo. I turn it to 105.7, and I listen to my favorite song, Human, as it plays.

A little while later, I check on the pizza to make sure that nothing is burnt, and I see that it still could cook for about five more minutes, so I go back to cleaning up my mess when I hear a knock on the door. Crap! I'm still wearing my apron and clothes. I look like a mess, and I hope that Liam doesn't care too much.

I make my way over to the door, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I turn the doorknob. I'm greeted by a smiling Liam and I say,"Hi!" quite enthusiastically.

"Hey," he responds back with just as much enthusiasm. "So I see that you've been cooking."

"Ya, I like to make dinner for my mom, and because you're here tonight, you also!" I say to him as a smile creeps its way onto my lips. "Why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable while I finish making dinner," I say as I gesture for him to come inside.