I walked – somehow convincing myself not to run - through the ever-open glass door of Newton's, down the wet sidewalk that was always muddy – the wintry weather here in Forks never allowed it a long enough warm front for it to transform to dirt – and nearly jumped into my truck.
I stomped down on the gas petal, watching the speedometer fly up to fifty – the highest I could ever coax out of my truck - then, I suddenly recalled that this was a school zone and, with a frustrated sigh, grudgingly slowed to fifteen.
How could Mike possibly be so ignorant?! Granted, he'd had a crush on me since eighth grade, but still! He knows I'm with Jake - everyone knows that! Jake and I have been together since the fifth grade – and we'd been best friends for as long as I can remember!
Jake's dad, Billy, and my dad, Charlie have been best friends since they were kids. Of course, they got into their share of fights.
Jake and I have never had one single fight. Ever.
A sudden gush of chocolaty-sweet memories washed over me, and made me less mad. It was hard to be angry for an extended period of time when you have everything you ever wanted.
I made my turn onto K Street, and onto our driveway.
I stepped onto the porch and shuffled through my pocket for a moment, before realizing I had left my house key in my gym locker in my blue sweatpants pocket. At this realization, I lifted up the eave and grabbed the spare key we always kept hidden, just in case. I then put it in the keyhole and let the tumblers do their job.
Throwing my book bag haphazardly onto the coat rack, I got to work.
Not exactly feeling up to serving a five-course meal, I threw a few T.V. dinners into the microwave. I set the table for Father and myself, and watched the microwave make its rotations until I heard the slightly-annoying 'ding!' sound. Then, I scraped the food onto their respective plates, making sure that they didn't touch; I let my OCD have its way on small things.
Dad walked through the door then, quietly singing some song about a guy named Big John and something about a mine. Because of his soft volume, the rest of the lyrics were unintelligible. Good, Dad's in a pleasant mood, I thought, So he won't be too disappointed about dinner tonight.
My assumption was accurate, and supper passed without one flaw.
When we'd both eaten our fill, I washed the dishes, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and hopped off to bed.