WHAT IS HIS HOUSE LIKE?? Johanna messages me as soon as I go online when I get home.
Large is all I send back.
AND?? she asks.
Fancy I reply.
IS THAT ALL OMG WHY AREN'T YOU TYPING IN CAPITALS WHY AREN'T YOU FREAKING OUT?? THIS IS MORE EXTREME THAN IF YOU WENT TO NARNIA OR SOMETHING she replies.
She isn't freaking out because she has a thing for him or anything, none of us do, it's just kind of huge that I've been to his house. His house is like a myth unless you've seen it with your own eyes. Around school, on the Monday after a weekend when there was a party, if you hear "Yeah, at Alex's house", you know something amazing happened. And I, a mere mortal from the group of friends known as 'Carrie and all that', have seen the house. I get a call from her when I don't reply to her Facebook message.
"I can't believe you went to his house!" she exclaims.
I laugh. "I know. I can confirm that it is one hundred percent real."
"Was it awkward?" she asks.
I think about it. "Nah, I guess it wasn't."
"Good good." she says absentmindedly. "Okay I've gotta go, my mom is yelling at me. I'll pick you up for school tomorrow?"
I am a horrible driver and Johanna is an excellent driver so it really worked out well that my house is on her way to school. Now I don't have to show up to school sobbing because I drove the car into a bunch of recycling bins or anything like that.
"Yep. See you." I say and hang up.
"What was she so excited about?" my dad asks as he sets down a plate of pizza in front of me.
"You could hear her?" I ask.
"I can always hear Johanna." he says and I burst out laughing.
"Can't we all."
"Why was she so excited then?" he asks.
"Oh, my partner for music is Alexander so she's really excited that I went to his house." I say, forcing a laugh as though it's no big deal because I know that my dad will think this is kind of a big deal.
"That Logans boy?" he asks.
"Mhm." I nod slowly, chewing on my pizza.
"I hear he has a lot of... you know, a lot of girlfriends."
I frown. That wasn't what I thought he was going to bring up. "What?"
"You know, he has a lot of girlfriends, he's always switching between them." Dad shrugs. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, sweetheart, don't-"
I laugh. "Dad, I don't like Alexander."
He raises his eyebrows, shaking his pizza at me. "You'd better not."
My mom died when I was young so it's always been just my dad and I. I used to hate that he was such a typical dad because I felt like he should be different, maybe do some of the girly things with me too, understand me the way my mom would, things like that. Now I'm more grown up, I've accepted the fact that he is just my dad through and through. I've accepted the fact that he's always going to want to have an awkward dinner with any boy I bring like, the fact that he watches football games on Friday nights and I'm forced to sit through them, the fact that he doesn't understand why I'm so emotional sometimes. Maybe I'm missing out on a mom, but I kind of like how things are now either way.