So chapter six! I'd be pretty chill if you could all check out my other stories.
I wreck my mind for ideas for this Tuesday, June twenty second. One month. I want to do something special so she knows how much she means to me. I have gotten to know so much about her, while sharing my own life with her.
I can't cook, well I don't. I don't want to take her out, I want it to be just us. I rest my head on my fist, at my kitchen table. The first month, in my opinion, is the period of time in a relationship when you have a general idea if it is going to work out, or not. I feel as if things with Clare and I will work out.
My first part of my "Making Tuesday Work" plan was making sure my dad wasn't home. Clare met my dad, once, he is around but we act like we don't know each other most of the time. He works a steady nine to five job. He provides for me, well sort of. He pays our bills, I get a hundred dollars a week, food, a roof over my head. I guess I am lucky, in that sense. I think he resents me in a way, ever since my mother died he has never treated me the same. I don't talk about her a lot because it is not my favorite memory, he used to tell my mother that I looked just like her.
I have her green eyes, color and shape. He used to say that my face was shaped like his. Now he doesn't mention it, I have his hair color, but my mothers texture. I was a spitting image of my mother, with sparks of my father in me. He used to be a loving father, like a normal dad. But the year I turned thirteen, he changed, after she died.
My dad doesn't really talk to me, he knows about my grades, Clare, important things, but other than that I did my own thing. I am not really sure how to ask him to go somewhere Tuesday night, but I am going to be alone with her.
The second I finish that thought he come in the door, I glance at my phone and see that it is only four. I get up from the table to see what was up.
"Dad, you're home early," I step into the hallway, he looks at me for a second.
"Yeah, I'm going away for a couple of days, business trip to Georgia. Training, you know." he puts his keys on the hook on the wall next to mine.
"Oh, when do you leave," sometimes talking to him is like talking to a stranger, this is one of those awkward times.
"Monday, I will be back Thursday, I though you could stay with your grandmother." he says, almost fatherly, it stings mildly.
"Couldn't I just stay here, I am close to seventeen, I can handle it." I suggest, he nods in thought.
"I guess so, I'll leave you with extra money for the week." he walks away and heads toward his office. I just all the strength in my not to scream "Yes" loudly. I make several more decisions about what we can do, when I get into my room.
I open a book my mother gave to be a few days before she died, I know what I need would be in there. It is a small picture album of important times in her life. I flip open the cover and the first page holds exactly what I need. A pink and white fringed flower is pressed flat between two pieces of plastic, then placed behind the picture slot, underneath it reads; "First year anniversary, twelve unique Dianthus." I find a post-it mote and scribble "Four Unique Dianthus" on it, then fold it and put in safely in my pocket. I personally think Clare would care if I ordered take out, to eat. Clare is a simple girl that does amazing things to me heart.
I dial Clare's number, and let it ring. It only takes three rings before she picks up.
"Pizza or Chinese?" I say quickly not wanting to give anything away.
"Oh, hey Eli, I miss you too, I'm doing great thanks." she oozes sarcasm, something I think she has picked up from me.
"Pizza or Chinese," I repeat, trying not to sound mad, but I don't want to have a conversation, I'm on a roll with my plans.
"Why?" she presses, trying to get under my skin I presume. It works, I start to get irritated with her lack of answer.
"Just pick," I snap, "Sorry." I apologize,
"Chinese, I guess," she says shyly.
"Ok, bye," I hang up before she can protest. I return to my kitchen and open the drawer to the right of the sink. There are menus to every take out place that will deliver here, practically. I find two Chinese menus. China Place, I look through the menu seeing a couple things I could get. I don't even regard the second menu.
I find the post-it note from my pocket and add the items from the menu on it; 2 egg rolls, pork rice, and general tsao's chicken. Luckily we went for Chinese once before and I remember her mentioning this as her favorite.
I start to feel bad about being so short and rude to Clare so I decide to make a phone call to let her know I am sorry. It rings then goes to her voice mail.
"This is Clare, so sorry I couldn't catch your call. Leave a short message and I promise to get back to you." I smile when I mentally picture her smile when she recorded this, she sounded so enthusiastic, but frown when my mind starts telling me she ignored my call. I go to my laptop and decide to check if she is on. After it takes a minute to turn on I log in. Bingo, she is on.
Eli-gold49: Clare I'm sorry about earlier.
Clare-e23: its ok I guess.
Eli-gold49: you don't sound so sure.
Clare-e23: no its ok, why did you ask.
I freeze, I don't know how to answer without giving the surprise away. I hit my speed dial number three, Adam.
"Hello," he answers after barley two rings.
"If Clare asks you, you and I fought about which is better Pizza or Chinese, ok?" I ask rushing myself so I could answer her. "Yeah, right, go pizza! Woo!" he says pretending. I laugh a little out loud.
"Thanks, dude\. I'll talk to you later, bye." I hand up and start to type frantically.
Eli-gold49: Adam and I were arguing about it.
Clare-e23: I will never understand you two.
Eli-gold49; ha, doesn't "teenage boys" pretty much sum it up?
Clare-e23: yeah, it does, well they're at it again over the phone so I'm going to get off here.
Eli-gold49; come over?
Clare-e23: I think I am just going to work on Monday's homework. So I can see you tomorrow without worrying about getting it done. Eli-gold49: maybe I should do that too
Clare-e23: get it done. I miss you, bye.
Eli-gold49: I miss you too, bye.
Clare-e23 is offline.
Well, I am glad she believed that, though lying to her felt wrong. I push it aside in my head and pull my homework out. I start at my algebra, I laugh at myself doing homework on a Saturday night, not Sunday night, or worse Monday morning. Oh, the things I will do just to see that girl.
Maybe she would stay here Tuesday night, just a sleepover, nothing sexual. I will ask her about that tomorrow when we are hanging out at the mall, she could use Alli as a cover.
I finish my homework for Monday and go to my kitchen to find dinner, it's nine thirty, but I ate a late lunch around three. I open the fridge and there is nothing quick to make in there, turning my attention to the freezer I see a chicken potpie practically saying my name. I grab it, open the box and put it on a plate in the microwave.
It cooks for a few minutes while pour myself a glass of 2 percent milk, and get a small bowl of apple sauce. I carefully pull it from the microwave trying not to burn myself, unsuccessfully, of course. A nearly drop it on the floor but set it quickly on the table. I shake my right hand then run my thumb and index finger under the cool tap water.
When the sting stops, I look at then and them, the sides of my fingerprints are burned off. I ignore then and get a fork to eat with. I sit and enjoy my potpie, eating my apple sauce also, when I finish my food, I drink what is left of my milk. I clear the table of my dishes and wipe it down with a wet cloth. I wash my days dishes and the few my father left from his dinner.
When my clean up is finished a go to take a shower. After I am clean, I pull a black t-shirt on and some sweat pants, and lay in my bed, thinking.
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