Black jeans- Corbyn Besson

Friends

"Hello?" I tried to contain myself.

"When then?" I could note the slight confidence in his voice. I tried to do the same to conceal my obvious nervousness. I giggled a bit...No matter how much I tried to hide my excitement, I wouldn't be able to. I look to my right and notice that the T.V. was no longer on. I turn my head once again to find Tom staring straight at me slowly nodding his head. He mouthes to me a 'keep going' so I continue my phone call.

"When are you free?" I then heard a 'hmmm' and papers flipping. After a few seconds he spoke again. "I'm free tomorrow, are you too?" I felt a grin creep up my face. "Yeah, I am too." I watch Tom raise an eyebrow and I lift my palm, in other words meaning, 'hold on a sec'. "What should we do?" I could hear him smile through the phone. "Let me check the weather;" I paused for a moment to flick through my phone and continued. "It's gonna be sunny and pretty hot tomorrow." I hear him hesitantly make a suggestion. "Umm, how about the beach?" I tried so hard to not yell out in excitement. "Sure, that sounds fun." I then heard shuffling and a few people talking. "I wanna go to the beach too-" Then I heard a few familiar voices. "Yeah, me too- me three."

Where in the world have I heard those voices from?

I can't seem to remember so I disregard it and speak up. "We can bring some friends and have a picnic there too." I see Tom's jaw drop. I hear Corbyn speak up once again and then few other voices asking questions."Oh- okay, yeah, that'll be fun- What did they say?- Can we come too?" I giggle and speak up again, "If they get along then we can all be friends" I hear a choking on water sound and then laughter. "That would actually be great." We both talk a bit more and giggle throughout the whole thing. After we hang up, I see Tom's eyes are wide and he's clearly ready for the details.

"We're going to the beach tomorrow, tell Max and I'll tell Sheila." Tom jumps out of his seats and yells, "YES! I'm telling him right now!" Tom pulls out his phone and quickly calls Max. Max and Sheila work the afternoon shifts at the shops during the weekdays. Some other guys work in the morning. Max picks up the phone and Tom delivers the news. I call Sheila and also tell her the plan. "Girl, I knew something was up once that boy came in asking for you. You better spill all the tea tomorrow." I laughed and answered Sheila's 'I knew it from the start' voice. "Alright, alright, I will."

After a few more minutes of talking and planning, we hung up. Tom quickly left and said he was going to 'prepare his backpack' for tomorrow. I went upstairs to do the same. I opened my closet and sighed, what am I going to even wear? I dug through my closet and found my bathing suits. I set them on the bed and decided to choose which I was going to wear later. I emptied my black school backpack and packed a few things inside. I packed a towel, an extra change of clothes and some other basic things like sun-screen, etc. I honestly couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

I went to the corner of my room where I had different colored paints, canvases, paintbrushes, and all my art materials. I sat on my stool in front of the canvas and began to paint. I painted for what seemed like hours and then got hungry. Instead of constantly buying food, I decided to make some dinner. For the rest of the evening, Corbyn and I made jokes and giggled until I fell asleep. The last words I heard were a whisper. "Are you awake Aria?...nighty night, I can't wait to see you tomorrow."