4. Little Blonde Boy Down The Street
I woke up from my weird ass nap and just sat in my bed. I had a dream about Michael. I sat there trying to get the images out of my head. Hopefully that'll never happen again. I took my phone off my nightstand and looked at the time. It was almost six. I was thinking about going back to sleep when I heard something downstairs. I immediately got up and walked downstairs. "Finally you're up." I heard my moms voice coming from the kitchen. "Yeah, I guess I was tired." I said as I sat down on the couch and started watching what ever came on.
"By the way Michael called a while ago." My mom said smiling.
"What did he want?" I asked.
"He really wanted you to answer your phone." My mom said laughing.
"It's not my fault I was sleeping."
"Well I told him you were asleep but he kept asking to talk to you." She said as she took out cornbread from the oven.
"He probably wanted answers to our homework."
"That's not what it sounded like to me." My mom said smirking.
She laughed and mumbled something about young love.
I heard a key in the front door. My dad walked inside and put his stuff down. He walked over to my mom and kissed her on the cheek and waved to me before going upstairs. My mom told me the food was ready so I hopped up and got myself a bowl of her homemade chili and a two small slices of the cornbread she made. My dad came back down and got himself something to eat too. My mom did the same. My mom and dad talked about family issues, my big brother, who was now in college, work, and pretty much everything parents usual talk about.