Planning To Go Out

Jon took hold of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine as we watched a random horror movie that was playing on T.V. When he’d asked if we wanted to go out, I’d said no because I didn’t really feel like doing so; instead, we’d crashed on the couch and flicked through the channels in silence, trying to find something suitable to watch. My mind was elsewhere however. Resting my head against Jon’s shoulder, I watched the drama unfold in the movie but not really interested at what happens to the girl and her boyfriend. Instead, my eyes drooped and I felt myself doze off against Jon. At some point, I felt him lay me down against the couch and cover me with a blanket.

It was the loud instrumental ringtone and its vibration against my leg that woke me up. Drowsily, I rummaged for my phone through my pocket and took it out. Flipping it open, I mumbled, “Hello?”

“Celeste! Where are you?” Marissa asked and it took me a while to respond without her asking me what exactly I was saying.

Getting off the couch, I said into the phone, “At Jon’s mom. Why, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to remind you not to forget to come to be at the airport with Jon at around ten, okay?”

“Alright mom. I’ll see you then.”

“Take care honey.”

Snapping the phone shut, I stood up and stretched. My eyes flickered to the clock and I noticed it was about half past seven. Had I slept for that long? Looking around, I noticed that Jon was nowhere to be seen and started searching for him; first checking the backyard. Then, I skipped up the stairs and looked in his room. He wasn’t there either. I searched the other rooms too but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Where was he?

Just when I passed his open room, I realized I hadn’t checked his balcony which was closed. Sliding the glass door open, I found him sitting on a chair and looking out over the neighborhood. What there was to see, I did not know. But when he heard my steps, he turned to look at me and smiled.

“Celeste, you’re awake.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, smiling back at him before seating myself on the other chair. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged. “I really don’t know. By the way, when you go to the airport, you’ll have to change back to your other clothes. They’ve dried and I’ve also ironed them. It’s on Liz’s bed.”

“Thanks,” I said warmly, hugging him. “But it’s going to be ‘we’. You’re coming with us.”

I could see he wasn’t comfortable with the idea. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head at me. “I really don’t think I should Cel. I mean it might be uncomfortable for your boyfriend and Leah if I’m-”

“I’m sure it won’t be. Infact, he wants to meet my friends and you’re probably one of the best I have so no buts, you’re coming,” I said strongly. He couldn’t argue against that and knew my stubbornness wouldn’t wear off and so nodded, giving up. “We’ll leave at around nine or so since the airport’s a long way from here and there’s probably going to be traffic. You have a car right?” I asked.

“It’s in the garage.”

“Okay then, let me go get dressed.”

“But I thought you said at nine. It’s only just seven,” he said, looking surprised.

“I know, but why don’t we go have dinner out and hang around a little other then in the house?” I asked, pouting when Jon frowned at me. Again, he sighed and muttered back, “Whatever.”

“Thank you!” I said, and kissed him on the cheek before bouncing out his room and towards Liz’s. I got dressed into my black skinny jeans and black and white polka dot t-shirt.

“Ready!” I said, going back into Jon’s room and he took hold of my hand, smiling. “Let’s go now.”

The End

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