Waiting for a Call

I pulled into the shop’s parking lot, throwing Frenchy into neutral so Dad wouldn’t hear my approach. I sneaked up behind him. He jumped what must have been at least a foot in the air.

“Hey Dad.”

“Hey sweet pea. How was your first day?”

I smiled, lost briefly in dreamland. “Great.”

“Make any friends? How were your classes? Did you find everything okay?”

“Yes mom, everything was fine. I was even invited to the queen’s tea party,” I replied, laughing at his string of questions.

“Yes, yes, very funny. I just worry about you, that’s all.”

“It’s okay. I made some friends and all my teachers are really nice. My friend Raven accepted a date for me from one of the hottest guys at school so I have become the envy of most of the female population of Eau Clare High. All in all, I’d have to say it was good day.”

He seemed to have been smiling up to the word date, at which he gained a slightly puzzled look. I understood. I was still a little bit confused myself.

“Date? Another one of your jokes, right?” Dad asked hopefully.

“Afraid not. I have no idea what we are gonna do, but he’s supposed to call me tonight.”

“You must’ve made quite the first impression.”

“I guess so,” I replied with a small shrug of my shoulders.

“Anything else to report?”

“I found out on of my friends stops by here all the time to talk to Mark.”

“Let me guess. Scott, right?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“If he was here any more than he already is, I would have to start paying him.”

I smiled. That sounded like Scott, at least what I knew of him. Ray seemed to notice my wandering eye.

“He’s not here. He has football practice. Is he the guy who asked you on the date?”

“No. That would be James.”

“Last name?”


“Doesn’t ring a bell. You are aware of the fact that I will have to meet this boy before you two go anywhere?”

“Of course Dad. I expected no less.” Even though I had been hoping for much less.

“Good to see we’re on the same page. Now go do homework or something.”

I smiled and went into his office, sitting down in his comfy old office and chair and spreading my book and work across his desk so I could work on my algebra. We were doing quadratic equations which we had already covered at my school in Dallas. Class tomorrow would be a breeze.

Sam wasn’t working today so when I was finished with my homework, my subconscious led me to Mark, my walking encyclopedia on Scott. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but something about Scott intrigued me. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know more.

I found Mark lying underneath the belly of a sunny yellow ‘55 Chevy truck. It looked as though it were a real tuner. He found his way out from under the old beauty queen when he heard my approaching footsteps.

“Chris! There’s my girl. I haven’t seen you in ages. Ray told us you moved up here, but wow. You seem to get bigger and bigger every time I see your sweet face. How old are you now? Sixteen?” Mark exclaimed with joy overflowing in his gentle, sea green eyes.

“Seventeen,” I answered as I grinned and threw myself into his outstretched arms for one of his famous bear hugs.

“It’s good to see you, but I know that look. What is it? Problems with Frenchy?”

“No, Frenchy’s doing fine. She is running like a champ thanks to Pap’s help via internet. I was talking to a buddy of yours today. I was wondering what you could tell me about him,” I asked, looking like the ever curious Alice.

He laughed heartily. “So I guess you met my boy Scott right?”

“Is everyone a mind reader around here? Yes, Scott,” I replied, feeling myself blush.

“I figured. Many girls are taken in by his charm. He’s a good guy. He plays football, loves working on cars, and is pretty much always doing something. I sometimes wonder if he gets enough sleep.”

“Anything else?” I asked, leaning forward, eagerly awaiting his response.

“Anything else you’d like to know, you would have to ask him about. I can’t divulge all his secrets. If I did that you would never have to talk to him.”

“Good point. Hey, thanks Mark. I have to get going. My stomach is growling like a grizzly. Can you tell Ray I’ll have dinner ready when he gets home?”

“Yeah. No problem Sugar.”

I waved a lazy goodbye, grabbed my backpack from Dad’s office, and stole away in Frenchy to the peace of my house. I was expecting a very important call after all.

I looked for something to cook and ended up making pasta Rachello. It was a dish my aunt Rachel had invented. Bowtie pasta, Alfredo sauce, tomatoes, mushrooms, and garlic mixed together made the dish an instant family favorite. My aunt had finally given me the recipe two summers ago. I knew Ray would eagerly devour it. I ate quickly and left the pot on the stove for Ray when he got home.

I went upstairs and quickly changed into a pair of Pebbles pajamas. They felt so soft and comfy against my skin. I placed an old Hawthorne Heights Cd in my ancient stereo and turned it low so that it was merely background noise. I picked up The Silver Chair, my favorite book in The Chronicles of Narnia saga. I started to reread it for the third time before sleep threatened to overtake me.

The sound of my phone ringing woke me from my light, dreamless sleep.

“James?” I asked hopefully. I hoped he didn’t mistake my excitement for desperation.

“Nice guess Diamond eyes.” I smiled shyly as he called me the already familiar nickname. It reminded me of a line from a Hawthorne Heights song. Shine on, diamond eyes. “We cool for Friday night?”

“Yeah. My dad just wants to meet you before we leave. By the way, care to let me in on what the plan is?”

“I want to show you something special. Something you won’t soon forget. But that’s all I’m leaking right now. I want it to be a surprise.”

“That’s cool. I like surprises, most of the time.”

“Well you’ll probably like this one then. At least, I’m hoping you will.”

“I guess we’ll find out Friday.”

I could almost feel his smug smile on the other end. “I guess we will. So I’ll see you tomorrow in English?”

“Yeah,” I replied, happy he couldn’t see the dumb grin plastered to my rosy face. “See you tomorrow.”

“Night Chris,” his velvety smooth voice whispered so low I almost didn’t hear. My ear practically melted to the receiver.

It was late. I figured I should probably start heading to bed. I instead walked to my bathroom where I brushed my teeth and proceeded to let my hurried heart return to normal. Never before had simply a phone conversation with a boy sent my heart into a manic frenzy.

The End

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