I smiled at McKynleigh and she tried her best to smile back. "See you Monday!" I told everyone as they started to leave. Per Damian's request, I suggested to Lindsay that she stay the night so she could "help me with my range development." She agreed. For some reason I got the impression that she didn't really spend the night at people's houses often.
When the last of them left, Lindsay, Damian, and I sat of the couch. I made sure Damian and Lindsay sat together. In the kitchen Cameron, who was spending the night at Damian's, was popping popcorn.
Damian grabbed the remote and started browsing through the Netflix Instant Play page. "What do you guys want to watch he asked?" he asked, looking at Lindsay. She blushed and shrugged.
"All of Saturday Night Live is on instant!" Cameron shouted from the kitchen. "Marissa where's the salt?"
"We don't need it! It's salted popcorn!" I shouted back.
"But I want salt!"
"What are you, four?" I rolled my eyes. "It's in the cabinet above the microwave!"
"Thank you!"
I sighed and stole the remote away from Damian. "Damo, you're so indecisive!"
"Sorry," he mumbled, smirking at me. I smirked back.
I thumbed through the Saturday Night Live page. "Which season's best, Cameron?"
"34," he said sitting down next to me on the couch. I pressed play and we watched the first couple of episodes.
Suddenly my dad shot down the stairs. "Gotta run, Marissa!" he called as he ran into the kitchen, "Just got a stabbing victim and they're short on surgeons. Don't wait up for me. Where the Hell are my keys?" He shouted to himself.
"Bookshelf!" I called, "In the brass pot!"
"Thanks, love!" The front door slammed and I heard his Nissan start. The tires screeched as he pulled out of the driveway.
I went back to the T.V. but no one else was watching it anymore. Cameron and Lindsay were looking at each other, wondering what just happened. Damian was eyeing me with concern. He didn't think my dad spent enough time with me but I was perfectly happy with the arrangement.
Or at least that's what I told myself.
My mom had died in childbirth and my dad was always at work. Up until I was ten I had a nanny, then my dad thought I was old enough to stay home alone. When I was twelve the McGinty's moved in and Damo practically lived in my house. He became more of my family than anyone else.
It was 3 a.m. and we had already made it through two seasons. I was getting tired, but I wasn't willing to go to bed. Without realizing what I was doing, I put my head on Cameron's shoulder. I shut my eyes and fell asleep. I was the second time in twenty-four hours I had fallen asleep right next to him. I was getting more comfortable with the idea.
Cameron was sweet. He had a nice look to him too. I loved how confident he was but also the way he walked around so awkwardly. He was very confusing in a lovely way. I didn't mind the idea of getting closer to him; but how close was the question I had to ask myself.
I wasn't prepared to answer that question just then so I just let myself slip.
