Falling in Love with my Best Friend

Chapter 20: Teenage Girl Syndrom

It's been two days. 

I haven't seen Jake since the night of Matt's eighteenth birthday.

Tomorrow is the day we're supposed to drive down to California for the Pentatonix concert. Based off of google maps it would take six hours to drive down to San Francisco. Considering the concert was at 8:30 and pit stops were a must, we'd have to leave at 12. 

I'd heard nothing from Jake and I was beginning to become nervous. Was I univited? What if the three of them went up to the concert and I never heard a word from one of them?

I found myself sitting on my bed, staring out the window at Jake's empty backyard with my cell phone laying on the comforter next to me and the volume turned up all the way. 

I was sitting cross legged, playing with a loose string on my quilt and chewing on my lower lip as my mind whirled with anxiety.

A knock on my door caused me to jump in surprise. 

"Stacy?" my mom said, cracking open the door slightly.

"Yeah?" I responded, sitting up quickly and pushing my hair out of my eyes. I didn't want her walking in on me sitting alone in my bedroom and wallowing in my own pity.

She opened the door all the way, leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed casually. "I'm running to the grocery store really quick, do you need anything?"

I shook my head, smiling at her.

She turned to leave but paused and then leaned back against the doorframe.

"So," she said, drawing out the word. "Has he called you yet?" she asked, a small smile on her lips.

I felt my mouth fall naturally into a scowl. I shook my head, tapping my phone screen just to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Of course there were no messages, no voicemails, or missed calls. Not even an email. I'd turned the volume all the way up for goodness sakes.

"He will," she said with certainty. 

I shrugged, sighing. I felt like a love sick puppy but I couldn't help it. I really, really wanted to go. Not only to see Pentatonix, my favorite band, but to see Jake and his smile and know that things are going to be okay.

"Okay, well I'll be back in a few," Mom said, stepping away from the door. "Maybe when I get back we could watch something. Get your mind off of things."

I smiled weakly at her. She smiled back then closed the door. I listened to her footsteps trail downstairs. The front door opened, then closed.

I huffed out another sigh, turning my head to look out the window. I touched my phone again. Nothing.

I fell backwards onto the mattress, my head landing on the pillow. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting aimlessly.

I jumped awake, my eyes searching wildly for the offending noise by my ear. I reached up, grabbing my phone and pressing it to my ear.

"Hello?" I grumbled, my voice scratchy from sleep.

"Stace?"

I pushed myself up, wiping the drool off my cheek. It was dark outside my window and I wondered how long I'd slept.

"Yeah?" I replied, clearing my throat as my heart began to race.

"Uh..." his deep voice hesitated and I felt myself holding my breath, waiting for him to continue. "We're leaving tomorrow at one," he said finally. I almost sighed in relief. "You can come over to my house then," he informed, then added on: "and bring stuff to stay overnight."