YAY! NEXT CHAPTER! :)
Angel's POV
"Aren't you supposed to be cleaning the attic? Who are you talking to anyway?" My dad said, stomping towards me. "Sorry! Uh...gotta go! Bye Thomas!" I said as I hung up. My dad snatched my phone away from me and checked my last call. He then called it again. "Hello?" he asked. I slid against the wall to the ground, head in my hands. "Whoever you are, STOP TALKING TO MY DAUGHTER!" he yelled. He then hung up. "Dad, he's just a friend." I said quickly. "Well, I don't want you hanging around the wrong people." he said. "He's not a bad person! And I can handle myself out there, BUT YOU DON'T SEEM TO TRUST ME!" I yelled angrily. "I'm leaving." I said as I walked out the door to my mom's house.
As I was walking down, I saw Thomas walking down the sidewak with his head down. "Hey, Thomas!" I yelled. He looked up and smiled as he walked towards me. "Sorry about my dad, he can be...overprotective. Any boy I meet immediately gets an F in his book." I said. He laughed. "It's fine." he said. "So, what are you doing here?" he asked. "Just walking to my mom's house." I said. "Oh, okay. See you later then." he said. I smiled. "Yeah, see ya!" I said as I walked into my mom's house.
"Hi, Angel!" my mom said as I walked in. "Hi, mom." I said back. "Who was that boy you were talking to?" she asked curiously. "He's a friend of mine." I said simply. "Oh... just a friend? Nothing more?" she asked. I looked at the T.V. "What are you watching?" I asked, changing the subject. "This new cooking show called Shakin' Bacon. Wanna watch it?" she asked. "Of course!" I said happily. As we were watching, though, my mind drifted toward my mom's previous question. "Oh... just a friend? nothing more?" Ever since the slow song, when I danced with him, I got butterflies in my stomach. Just like with James. No. I promised myself that I wouldn't fall in love again. I couldn't. "Love isn't something that can be stopped. Once you find it, it will never go away." My mother once told me that. "But I want it to go away!" I thought. Didn't I? "Angel, are you okay? Your not watching the show. You always love cooking shows." she asked. "I'm fine." I said. Then I turned to face her. "Was there ever a point in time where you do something you don't want to do?" I asked. "You mean, like, using orange juice in a recipe when you wanted to use an actual orange?" she said. "No, not like that... like... I don't know how to explain it." I said. She smiled. Is that about the boy you were talking to?" she asked. "No... Yes... I don't know! In the seventh grade, I promised myself that I would never fall in love again. But...I think I did. What do I do?" I asked.
"Well, you might get your heart broke into pieces a second time, but enjoy the butterflies in your stomach while you have it. And you never know, he might like you back." she said. I rolled my eyes. "He likes someone else." I said glumly. "You know what's different between seventh grade and now?" my mom asked. "What?" I said. "You still love him, even after he said he liked someone else. That means a lot." she said. I got up. "Thanks mom." I said while opening the door. "Would you mind telling me what his name is?" she asked. "Thomas Fletcher." She froze. "Mom, is something wrong?" I asked. "Fletcher. Is he the son of Ferb Fletcher by any chance?" she said. "Yes... Is that a problem?" I asked. "With your father, yes. they had a little falling out." she said. "And that is why I never tell him anything." I said as I walked out the door. I just hope he doesn't find out at the reunion tomorrow.
WHAT HAPPENED TO FERB AND BUFORD? WHO WILL THOMAS CHOOSE? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
