Last night after my dad came home, I had a conversation with him in the kitchen while we were eating our late dinner. Considering what we talked about, how he phrased things, and the tone of his voice, I would say that I’m starting to get back on his good side.
I wasn’t sure if I was every completely off his good side and onto his bad side, but either way things are beginning to seem to go back to normal between us. He doesn’t seems as suspicious by me as he did mostly last week, and he wasn’t acting weird or failing at subtly asking me questions trying to get me to spill information about my life that he wasn’t sure if he knew fully about. I decided to wait though on asking him for my phone back.
Even though he’s had it for over a week and it didn’t seem like I was in much trouble anymore, I was still nervous to bring the topic up. When I was talking to Harry about my dad the other day when he came over, he kept telling me just to straight up ask for my phone back because as far as my dad knows, I didn’t do anything. I tried to explain to Harry how my dad always told me that life is a process and you have to carefully work your way up to what you want.
Harry didn’t understand and he told me to just ask for my damn phone back because he hated the whole home phone communication and not being able to text me at all. I had told him he just needed to be patient with it all and he just went ahead and agreed even though I knew he wasn’t happy about it. I had gotten up earlier than usual this morning because Bella had called me back later that night and told me what time she wanted to come pick me up for the coffee shop.
Of course since my dad was there listening, he wanted me to pick an earlier time to have her come pick me up so he could see that I really was going to the coffee shop with Bella and not someone else. He didn’t say that that was the exact reason that he wanted me to pick an early time, but I knew it was. I had told Bella the time that my dad had approved for me, and even though she complained about how early that was, I tried my best to let her know I’d explain later without my dad knowing.
She had finally went ahead and agreed, so now here was up in my room getting dressed before heading downstairs where I knew my dad already was, ready and everything, just waiting for me to come down to the kitchen and for Bella to come pick me up so he could leave for work. I decided just to keep my outfit simple for right now since I was going to have plenty of time when I got back to get ready for dinner at Harry’s house.
See at first I wasn’t sure how much time I was going to have because I didn’t know when Bella and I were going to go to the coffee shop, but I thought I was going to be a bit later than what it ended up to be. Either way I knew I was going to have at least a few hours, but who knows I could spend over half of that time just deciding on what shirt to wear.
Okay I probably wouldn’t take that long to just pick a shirt, but it would probably take that long to put together an outfit that I thought would be presentable for the dinner. I settled on just jeans and a plain shirt for right now, and by the time I had finished my makeup and hair, brushed my teeth and all that, I checked the time and saw that I still had about fifteen more minutes until Bella was supposed to come get me. I went ahead and headed downstairs and joined my dad watching the news in the living room.
“Good morning,” I said as I sat down next to him.
“Morning,” he said back, eyes still glued to the TV.
“Anything good?” I asked him, referring to if there were any good or interesting news stories on the channel this morning.
“Nope, it’s all just junk. I swear they’re just making stuff up now because real news isn’t interesting enough for them anymore,” he complained.
“Yeah, they just add on little bits and pieces to a story to make it more entertaining for people to watch while forgetting the actual moral of what happened,” I agreed.
“That’s exactly right, you got a good head on those shoulders, don’t ya Gabi?” I smiled a bit at his comment.
Firstly because it was just really nice when I got compliments, and secondly I was pretty sure it showed more trust he had in me now. I mean saying that I had a good head on my shoulders basically explains itself.
“So what time is Bella supposed to be getting here again?” he asked me after a few more moments passed.
“She should be here in a little more than five minutes,” I told him.
“Okay, because I need to leave for work here soon,” he said.
“See we wouldn’t be in this situation if you’d just get me a car. We could both me leaving for our destinations right now,” I said to him.
“I’m still looking into to getting you a car okay? You just need to be patient with me,”
“Okay,” I sighed.
“So what are you and Bella planning to do today? Are you just going to the coffee shop or are you heading other places too?” my dad asked me, trying to make more conversation as we waited.
“I’m not really sure, I don’t know if she has any other commitments for the day. We might go to the outlets or see a movie or something though,” I told him.
“Sounds fun then,” he said.
Just as I was about to say something back, I heard the doorbell ring and I knew that Bella was finally here. I got up from the couch, as did my dad, and we walked over to the front door. Bella greeted both me and my dad, which we returned with the same greeting, and then we walked out of the house joining where Bella was on the front porch.
My dad locked the door behind him before walking down the porch steps with Bella and I and headed to his car.
I said bye to my dad as I got in the passenger side of Bella’s car.
“So what’s the deal with your dad picking the time I came to pick you up?” Bella asked me as she began to drive out of the neighborhood.
“It’s a long story,” I told her as I rested my elbow on the window seal.
“Well it’s a ten minutes drive to the coffee shop, is that enough time?” she asked, clearly wanting to know what happened between my dad and I.
“You know I’d really rather not talk about it right now,” I told her.
“So is this still part of the punishment from what you got your phone taken away for?” she asked me.
“Yep, pretty sure,”
“When are you getting your phone back anyway?” she questioned.
“Wouldn’t I like to know,” I said, clearly stating that I had no idea.
“You never really get in trouble so I’m guessing he really has no clue what to do as punishment or how long he plans to keep your phone,” she stated.
“You’re probably right,” I agreed.
After a few more minutes of driving, we finally arrived at the coffee shop. Bella parked her car and we both got out and walked inside. Bella ordered herself some coffee drink with a fancy name, and I just stuck with some green tea. I still hadn’t gotten into the long-term phase of liking coffee.
To me the drink was just so bitter, even the sugar and creamer wouldn’t help with the taste. Once though when I was trying it I put a bunch of sugar and creamer in it, and it actually tasted decent, mostly because it wasn’t really coffee anymore, but just sugar and crème and I decided that it wasn’t worth it to get coffee if I had to add a bunch of stuff to it, plus that amount of sugar I had to add to give it a good taste was just so much to the point where it was pretty unhealthy.
Bella and I also ordered something to eat from the selection they available right now.
“So are you up to do some shopping after we’re done here?” Bella asked me once we both had our food and drinks.
“Um I don’t know, I have some homework that I need to catch up on,” I told her, obviously not going to tell the real reason is that I don’t know how long she is going to want to shop and I had to get ready for dinner at Harry’s aunt’s house later.
“How about tomorrow?” I suggested.
“I don’t know about tomorrow, I have to take Sam to the park,” she told me and I realized that this was the first time she didn’t use the word ‘stupid’ in that sentence.
“Is Harry bringing Ben?” I wondered out loud, figuring it would be an okay thing to ask now.
“I hope so,” she smiled, and I couldn’t help but paused and give her an utterly confused look as we sat down at a table.