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18th – We’re all taking a trip to Worcester tonight for an extra family meal on the Whitaker farm.
“So did you like him?” I asked, cradling the phone between my cheek and shoulder, typing away on my laptop.
“Yes, dear,” my grandmother said over the phone. “Thomas seems very nice.”
“He really liked the dinner.”
“Are you going to hold on to this one, Haley?”
I stopped typing, biting down on my bottom lip. “I’ll try...”
“Haley, give me the phone,” my mother said, pulling it out from under my cheek. She walked down the hall, talking incessantly, as I scowled at her.
There was a knock at the door, and I looked up; it opened slowly, and Tom poked his head around the door, smiling when he saw me. I waved him over, and he took a seat next to me on the couch, kissing my cheek.
“You’re early,” I said, giggling as he bit my earlobe.
“Thought I’d come and spend some quality time with you.”
“We always spend quality time now,” I reminded him. Ever since the Phillies had been knocked out of the postseason, we’d been seeing each other for hours each day, and I spent at least three nights a week at his house. “I’m spending quality time with Facebook.”
He reached out and pushed my laptop shut, taking it off his lap. “Hey!” I pouted.
“Hales, I’m much, much more interesting than Facebook,” Tom said, sliding his hand up to my cheek and kissing me deeply. I smiled as I kissed him back, and he pushed me back into the couch. As we made out, I heard thundering footsteps descend the stairs.
“Dude,” Brennan said, staring at Tom. “That’s my sister.”
Tom grinned, sitting up. “Sorry, man.”
“Brennan, fuck off,” I ordered him.
“Get a room.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, grabbing Tom’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“I swear to God, if I hear one noise from up there...”
I rolled my eyes at Brennan as Tom and I ascended the stairs; I clicked the door closed behind us, and pushed him onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, I kissed him again, and he ran his hands up the back of my thighs.
“Your parents are downstairs,” he said between my kisses.
“That makes me want to do it more.”
He sighed, grabbing my hips and pulling me down beside him. “I’m too old for this, Hales.” He sat up, looking around my room, and eventually turned his eyes back to me. “Stop pouting when you don’t get your own way.”
“I do a lot more than pout when I don’t get my own way...”
“I know,” he laughed, kissing my cheek. I sat up, cross-legged, and he walked over to my desk, looking briefly through my textbooks. The door swung open unexpectedly, and Ruby looked in.
“Don’t you ever knock?” I asked irritably.
“Well, I didn’t hear any bed springs screeching, so I figured it was safe to come in. Mom’s literally walking out the door, hurry up.”
“Ready for another family dinner?” I asked Tom.
“Only if I can hang out with my best buddy Kenan.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to entertain you.”
“I think this would look better on you,” I said, shoving a peach skirt into Erin’s hands, and taking away the long, black one she was looking at.
“Yeah, I guess,” she sighed.
She shrugged, looking down at the clothes in her hands. “I’m having a fat day, I just don’t feel like shopping anymore.”
I linked my arm through hers, throwing the clothes back down on a table. “Let’s go get some no-fat lattes,” I said, pulling her from the store. We walked through the mall, finding our favourite coffee cart, and sinking into the plush seats beneath a bright skylight. As I was telling Erin about last night’s family dinner, a look of panic flashed across her face.
“What?” I asked.
“No... nothing, just... don’t turn around...”
Of course, I turned around. Ambling towards me was... him. Jonas. I felt my breath catch in my throat as soon as his eyes set on me, and he stopped walking. I turned back, feeling the blood drain from my face.
“He’s coming over here,” Erin whispered. “Haley, he’s –”
“Shhh.” I closed my eyes tightly, waiting. Waiting for the familiar voice.
There it was. Slowly, I opened my eyes, looking up at him. My stomach flipped once. Twice.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my throat dry.
His mouth turned up into a slight grin. “Um, going to the mall...”
I shrank back into my chair, wishing for it to be over.
“How are you, Hales?” he asked.
“Fine,” I replied, way too quickly. He raised his eyebrows, looking over at Erin, who glared back at him.
“It’s good to see you,” he said, touching my arm before walking away. I stared at him as he left, and he turned back, catching my eye.
“Wow, Haley,” Erin said quietly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I need Tom,” I said, my voice cracking as I punched his number into my phone number.
“I thought you said you were okay with Jonas?”