Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

9. Target With A Kangaroo

"This is Jason, leave a message," Jason's phone went straight to voicemail. Again.

"Jason, you could at least properly dump me! Call me back," Defeated, I tossed my phone down. "Ugh," I groaned as I rubbed my face, rolling over to hide my shame in my pillow. After this morning, and Luke, I don't know, I just wanted to hear from my so-called boyfriend. Who might I add has not tried to contact me since I left his house a few weeks ago, "I hate boys!"

Twenty minutes till three thirty. Luke's going to be home any minute! How could I possibly avoid him? Maybe I should sleep on the couch tonight? That wouldn't be subtle. Everybody would ask me what was going on! And truthfully, nothing was going on! I just put myself in an awkward situation and I don't know how to get out of it. Nice going Kaytlin.

"Katie? You in here?" Liz poked her head in the door. After breakfast everyone left, so it was only us in the house. Which wasn't too terrible. Like the recluse I was I retreated back to my room after politely asking if Liz needed help with anything, and after turning down my offer Liz left me alone. Up until now.

"Yes," I waved for her to enter. Honestly Liz wasn't that bad. Sure we hadn't talked much, but when we do she's friendly and very approachable. She hasn't made me feel unwelcome in her home, and I couldn't be more grateful. Believe me when the plus one doesn't like you it makes life a living nightmare. Thank god Daniel has better taste than Janice!

"How's it going?" She sat down on the edge of my bed. She glanced around Luke's room, probably a little shocked at how clean it was. What can I say? I have nothing better to do. Australia's still in school, it's cold, and Bradly sleeps all day. I'm bored.

"My friend Jason's ignoring me," I frowned, not understanding why I was telling her this, "sorry I shouldn't complain."

"If I told you I hated the color of this room, what would I be doing?" Liz asked a silly question.

I could feel my brows scrunch together. Her question seemed so random, and I didn't understand the point of it. "Complaining about Luke's choice in paint," I tried to follow along, but she had really confused me.

Liz hummed, "mhm. If I were to tell you about my photo shoot tomorrow, and how I was worried because it might rain. What would I be doing then?"

"You'd be telling me about what's stressing you. I would reassure you by saying pictures in the rain are beautiful, but if you really don't want that then take a few umbrellas, maybe a tent, or have a back up plan for an inside site," I counted the different alternatives out on my fingers, continuing along with her odd game.

"See the difference between complaining and voicing the things that bother you?" I wasn't confused anymore. I understood why she asked those questions. "Is Jason a close friend?" She elbowed me a little.

"Yes," I smiled. It was short lived, "very close."

Liz nodded, following along, "and why is he ignoring you?" I wish I knew.

"He wanted me to stay in America," I didn't see a point in bothering Liz with this, but it was nice that she was asking me about it. It was even nicer that she was actually listening. I didn't feel like I was bothering her. My mom would have never done this! She never really stopped to check on me. At this point in our relationship, me and my mom hardly talked! So sitting here, talking to Liz, was a nice change. One that I think I might have actually needed.