On Every Road

Catch n' Cook

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I sit on my bed as I dry my hair and talk to my dad on the phone.

"Where are you headed to, kiddo?" My dad says. He never stops calling me kiddo, it became his habit and I let it be. He even calls me kiddo in front of his co-workers, it was embarassing when I was 14 years old and below, but when I turned 15, I let it be.

"Eat dinner just down the street with a friend from school." I put him on loudspeaker and I sit in front of my mirror and put on light make up. A bit of mascara here and nude lipstick there.

"Is this friend from school a boy?" I can imagine my dad's eyebrows all scrunched together.

"Yes, and he's just a friend." I reassure him, leaving out the part that he lives two floors above mine. 

"Alright then, how's school?"

"School's actually great, I'll be auditoning tomorrow for a part in the play. Wish me luck." I put nude lipstick on and pucker my lips.

"I always know you'll do well, but still, good luck. You take care there, kiddo. I miss your loud voice at home, your sister's so quiet without you." I can hear him sigh and I pout. 

"I miss you both as well, hope to talk to both of you on Skype as soon as possible." My phone vibrates and I expect this text to be from Logan since I'm a few short minutes late. "I gotta go, dad. I'll call you again tomorrow. Take care." 

"Will do, kiddo. You study well." 

"I always do, dad." The phone cuts off and I pick my phone up and read the text.

Logan: Hey, I'm downstairs waiting. Are you done yet?

I quickly text back while slipping on my black flats. I look at myself in the mirror and am proud of what I have on: black skinny jeans and a flowy, yellow, strapless top.

Me: I just got done, was on the phone with my dad. Walking to the elevator as we speak.

I get inside and hum along to the elevator music. The elevator stops at the lobby and I get out, I immediately see Logan waiting for me as I turn towards the hallway. He wore denim jeans and a faded, plain blue shirt. He smiles at me and I wave.

"Finally." He mockingly rolls his eyes and I playfully punch him. "I thought we'd be having a midnight snack, not dinner with the rate of your movement to get down here." 

I scoff and laugh. "Yeah, whatever, Lerman." 

He chuckles. "Just kidding." He turns around and we walk out of the lobby and into the streets. I was about to walk down the road when he grabs my arm. "Where are you going?" 

"Uhmm.. Down the street, to the restaurant you said?" I motioned to the road.

"Well, uhh.. This restaurant isn't down the road, it's kind of far, not really but it's tiring to get there on foot." And right on cue, a valet guy in a tight suit and a belltop hat comes out of a black BMW.

"Your keys, Mr. Lerman." He hands Logan the keys.

"Thanks, John." He salutes John and he opens the door for me.

I get inside and there's a small hint of strawberries that I smell. Logan quickly jogs to the driver's seat and looks at me for awhile. "I'm sorry I lied to you, but if I told you it was kind of far, I thought you wouldn't want to go. And I want to make sure your second day in LA with you tour guide will be one hell of an experience." I look at him and he's staring at me with those blue eyes, even in the dark, they seem to glisten.