My whole day today was basically spent on the couch watching TV and messing around on my laptop. I still don’t have a car so I can’t go anywhere, which sucks. Harry had called me earlier on my home phone to tell me that he couldn’t come over today because his aunt asked him to take Ben to the park for a play date with Bella’s brother.
When he told me that my first conclusions was that Bella was going to end up having to take Sam to the park so calling her was pretty much pointless. I still wanted to try though just in case someone else in the family was going to take Ben to the park.
Once I called Bella though I was back to my original conclusion after she told me, well technically complained to me, about how she had to take Sam to the park today to play with the cousin of that stupid hockey player as Bella put it. That was one of the less impressive names she had come up with as names for Harry instead of saying his actual name.
Every time she brought up one of the hockey players in one of our conversations, she always came up with some ridiculous, yet usually funny, name to call them. I really hated to admit it, but a lot of the ones she came up with for Harry were pretty good and even though I didn’t want to, I usually found myself laughing at whatever she came up with. It was starting to get late so I knew that my dad was going to be coming home soon.
I got up from my spot on the couch to pick up my bowl that once contained popcorn, and my glass that had lemonade in it. I didn’t want to accidently forget to put those away because if my dad came home and saw that I had been eating in the living room, especially popcorn that can get greasy, he’d be pretty angry.
I was really trying to avoid him getting mad at me, so I was being really careful about my actions. I wanted to try my best to stay on his good side right now, because one, I had already been lying to him so I wanted to at least try to obey everything else he expected of me, and two, I really wanted my phone back, and since I’ve never had it taken away before I didn’t know how long he planned on keeping it, or what I needed to do or how good I needed to act from him to decide to give me my phone back.
I put my bowl and glass in the sink once I was in the kitchen, and then went back to the living room. Just as I as sitting down on the couch, my home phone began to ring. I sighed and got back up to go grab the phone. When I looked at the small screen on the phone I saw that it was Bella who was calling me, and I was thankful that she remembered that she had to call me on the home phone. I pressed answer on the keypad and brought the phone up to my ear.
“Hey,” I said into the phone.
“Hey,” she said back.
“How was your day?” I asked her as I walked back over to the couch.
“How was the park today?” I asked her.
“I think I might have a problem,” she shot out.
“What’s the problem?” I asked a bit nervously.
“I think I might like Harry,” she told me.
I was a bit worried at first, but I realized ‘like’ could mean she’s accepting him as a person.
“Define like,” I said as I laid my head down onto one of the throw pillows.
“Well, I don’t know. He was talking to me and everything today at the park, and he’s actually really nice. I mean he was listening to me asking me questions, and I’m mad because he’s actually a decent person and it’s throwing me off from my set plan of hating him and his kind,” she said.
“His kind? Really?” I laughed.
“Whatever,” she scoffed, “Just tell me what to do,”
“I don’t exactly know what my options are for telling you what to do,” I told her.
“Ugh, I don’t even know. Listen I’m just going to call you back tomorrow, maybe we can go to the coffee shop in the morning or something?” she offered.
“Um yeah sure, maybe,” I said, and with that she said bye and then hung up the phone.
I was about to just set the home phone on the table and put it back later, but I knew I was going to forget to put it back, and my dad seeing it on the table is something that I don’t want to happen because even though he didn’t seem to have a problem when I told him that I had called Bella from it, I didn’t want to suddenly have him deciding to get angry now from me using a phone. Because when I had told him I used it to call Bella, I think it might’ve just gone in one ear and out the other because he was mostly focused on figuring out about Harry and everything.
Just as I was about to put the phone back on its holder, it began to ring again. I let out a small laugh considering the timing that I was being called tonight, and then looked at the screen to see the familiar jumble of numbers that appeared when Harry was calling me and I answered the phone. “Hello?” I said into the phone once it was brought up to my ear.
“Hey,” I heard Harry’s accented voice say back through the phone as I walked back over to the couch and sat down.
“So how was your day with Bella?” I jokingly asked him since I knew the two of them weren’t particularly fond of each other.
“How’d you know Bella was the one who brought Sam to the park?” he asked me.
“I literally just got off the phone with her a minute ago,” I told him.
“Well aren’t you just so popular tonight,” he joked.
“Not really,” I said, “So how did you get Bella to talk to you, or better yet how did you get her to I think stop hating you?” I asked him.
“She doesn’t hate me anymore?” he asked.
“I’m not positive, but you made a good impression on her,” I told him.
“That’s a good thing right?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah definitely. It’s always good when she stops despising a hockey player, although it’s never happened until now,” I said, and I had a feeling that he was nodding on his end, forgetting that I can’t see him right now.
“So why did you even make an attempt to talk to her anyway?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that maybe I needed to make an effort to have a somewhat friendship with your best friend,” he explained to me, and I couldn’t help but smile at what he was trying to do.
“So um, why did you call?” I asked, not exactly sure how to respond to the sweet gesture he just told me, so instead I just changed the subject.
“I just wanted to remind you about the dinner tomorrow and wanted to let you know that I’d be picking you up around five,” he told me.
“Okay.” I answered.
“I hope you’re ready for this dinner because my aunt is going all out for it. I just spent the last twenty minutes helping her decide on an entrée, and once I’m done on the phone with you have to go back and help her pick out the sides, what to have for desert and a bunch of other stuff,” he told me.
“Sounds fun, I’ll go ahead and let you get back to that, my dad will be home soon,” I said.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he responded.
“See you tomorrow,” I said back, and then I heard the line end.
I brought the phone away from my ear and got up to put it back. Just as I had walked back to the couch and sat down, I could see the headlights from my dad’s car shining through the window, signaling that he was home.