Louis laughed beside me. We were watching a movie together, as for once Louis wasn't with Tarin. It was the night before grad day, and Tarin was apparently having a sleepover with her friends, so I was stuck with a sullen Louis. However, he was quite entertaining. I was glad to have a friend like him.
The couch cushion vibrated, and I watched as Louis' phone screen lit up. He immediately picked it up, smiling at the message he'd received, typing something back and then throwing it back upon the couch. I figured it was Tarin.
I grabbed a handful of popcorn, offering Louis a handful from the bowl. He reached over, "thanks mate," he said as he used his large hands to grab some. He stuffed it all in his mouth at once, finding it hard to chew as he had so much in his mouth.
I rolled my eyes when I felt the couch cushion vibrate once again. This time he picked the phone up, "excuse me. I'm getting a call. I'll be right back," He said as he stood up, walking into the kitchen behind me. I still wasn't used to his politeness, I guess that was the English in him.
My house was one big open room, so he really didn't have much privacy standing behind me. It was quite difficult to not eavesdrop.. I continued watching the movie, as I listened to his conversation with the caller.
"Hello?" Louis asked.
"Oh, uh hi mom."
"I'm good. It's really good here. I love America."
"What news would that be?"
"What?" I listened in as his voice changed from happiness to pure shock . . . anger maybe.
"No, this can't be!"
"That isn't enough time mum, no!"
"Tell me why!"
"Why won't you tell me why!"
"What do you mean?"
And then his tone softened, "thi-this can't be happening. Why won't you tell me why mum?"
"Yeah. Okay. Fine. Bye."
And I listened as he hung up his cellphone, walking over to the couch and sitting down. His facial expression was blank, but also filled with sadness, with anger, with confusion.
"Hey man, if you don't mind me asking, what's going on?" I asked as I turned towards him, turning the volume down on the TV.