CHAPTER 5
I woke up the next morning feeling better then I had in a long time. I thought to myself, I've got a great best friend, a great job, which I don't have to go to today, and a guy that likes me. I smiled at that last thought and looked over at the clock. It read 11:21am. It was nice to sleep in for a change. I lay in bed for a little while longer then got up and did the usual morning routine. You know, brush the teeth, make the bed, that kind of thing. When I finished I walked down the stairs, still in my pajamas mind you and went into the kitchen. I noticed a note on the counter. I picked it up and it read:
Isabel, I know that you aren't working today and I was going to wake you up, but I decided against it. Considering this is one of your few days of. Anyway, your father and I are going to Europe for a few weeks. Don't worry, we haven't left yet! I'm out shopping and your father is at the office. I should be home by 2 o'clock or so and your father should be home soon after. We leave tomorrow around 4. Love, Mom
Lovely, my mother and father are leaving me for a few weeks to gallivant around Europe. Like it even matters. I sat the note aside and fixed myself a cup of coffee and went to the television room and turned on the TV. I flipped through channels until I came across an old movie. It was a musical with Gene Kelly. After I drinking my coffee I turned off the TV then went to put my dish away. After I went upstairs to my room. As I was about to sit on my bed my bag began to ring. No, wait, it was my phone. I answered it and it was...Mary.
"Hello? Isabel, why didn't you call me last night?" "Because." Mary sighed, "Because is not an answer and you know that." "Fine, because I got home and went straight to bed." "So, tell me all of the juicy details." I told the story of what happened last night and all she could say as, "Wow, that's impressive." There was a pause. "Are you going to see him again?" "I hope so." There was a beep signaling a call waiting. "Mar, hold on okay?" "No problem." I switched over. "Hello?" "Isabel?" "Yes?" "It's Eli." "Eli! Hey, can you hold on for just a second?" "Uh, yeah sure." I switched over once again. "Mar?" "Yeah." "It's Eli." "Oh, okay. I'm gone. Don't forget to call me." "I won't, bye!" "Bye." I switched over. "Eli?" "Hey." "Hi." "So, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go out this afternoon?" "Yeah, I'd like that." He sighed. It sounded like a sigh of relief. "Okay, so I'll pick you up then." "Okay, when?" "An hour?" "Okay." I gave him my address and we said goodbye. I hung up then took a quick shower and tried to decide what to wear. After much thought I finally decided on my floral cap sleeved top and jeans. As I put my hair in pigtails I made sure that I had my bag all set. After I went downstairs. As I got to the last step the doorbell rang. I put my bag on the last step and opened the door. Standing there was Eli in a black button down shirt, khaki pants and his jacket.
"Hey!" "Hi, come on in." "Okay." He walked in and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed. "Can I take your jacket?" He nodded. I took his jacket and put it on the coat rack. "So, what are we going to do today?" I turned back to him. "Well, I thought that since we need to eat wed go somewhere. Then take it from there." I couldn't help but laugh at his not so brilliant planning. "Well, how about I fix us some lunch, then well go from there." He nodded, "I think I would be alright with that." I grinned. "Good." I took his hand and lead him to the kitchen. "So, what do you want?" "Whatever you want to fix." "Okay, sit here." I let him sit at the island of the kitchen. "And I'll whip something up." I looked through the cabinets and searched for something, after about five minutes I found stuff for sandwiches, a salad and lemonade. (Not fresh squeezed, but from powder.) "Do you mind if I cook with some music?" "Not at all. Do you need any help?" "Well, can you cut the lettuce and the tomatoes?" "Yes I can." I gave him the things needed to cut the vegetables. For the next fifteen minutes we made lunch. As we finished I suggested that we eat outside. As we ate he asked, "Can I ask you a serious question?" I thought for a moment, "Okay, shoot." "Are you happy?" With a smile I replied,
"Yes." I paused, "Are you?" He answered, "You know, I think I am. It's been a long time, but I think I am." I smiled and I reached out to his hand and held it.
After lunch we cleaned up and I took him a tour around my house. First the downstairs, then the upstairs. As we got to my room I paused. I'd never had a guy in my bedroom. I mean Mary's boyfriend doesn't count; he's like a brother. With what I thought was quick thinking I said, "This is my room, lets go downstairs." "This is your room?" "Uh huh." I started to bite my lip, I can't help it, and it's a nervous habit. "Aren't you going to show me it?" Again my quick thinking, "Why do you want to see inside my room so badly?" "Because, I want to see the real you." I gave him a quizzical look and opened the door. We walked in and I suddenly became aware and ashamed of my light pink walls and white canopy bed. He walked over to my stereo and cds. "Ah, the musical styling of Isabel, you know something, I don't know your last name." "Matheson". "Sammler." I smiled, but I nervously played with my hair as he looked around. All I could think was, he thinks that I'm a first rate dork, or a girl who is stuck at being daddy's little girl. But, he could just think that I'm a hopeless romantic. Before I knew what I was doing I crossed over to him and took his hand and led him to the far side of my room. I opened the curtains that hung on the wall and under them were French doors that led to my private balcony. "This is where I like to come and look at the stars." I opened the door. "Once, when I was a little girl I tried to count all of the stars and, my dad found me fast asleep on my blanket. Granted I didn't get very far, but I like to think that I did." I laughed. "But, that's just a silly story of mine. Do you want to go outside?" "Later."
We were still holding hands when he closed the door and the curtain. He led me over to the bed and sat me down as he kneeled, "Look, I think that you're a real nice girl." I looked down, he lifted my chin, "Which is why I want to still see you. And for a long time hopefully." We both smiled and I put my arms around him and kissed him. He got up and went to my stereo and put in a cd. The song started to play and he walked over to me again. I wasn't sure what the song was at first because at that moment all I cared about was being in his arms. At that same moment he sat next to me on the bed and touched my cheek. I closed my eyes and softly hummed the song; it was Switchfoot's version of Only Hope. He took the palm of my hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. He turned my hand over and kissed the other side. Then he took my other hand and did the same. As he started to kiss my lips there was a knock at the door and a voice.
"Isabel." It was my mother. Eli stood up and walked over to the dresser as I went to the door. She opened it just as I got there. "Yes mom?" She barged in and said, "There was a wonderful sale at." She stopped when she saw Eli, "Mom, this is Eli. Eli this is my mom." He said, "Its nice to meet you Mrs. Matheson." My mother smiled and said, "You too. Isabel, can we speak?" "Sure mom." I gave Eli an odd look and followed her to her room. As I closed the door she said, "Isabel, is he your boyfriend?" "Um, I don't know. Mom we weren't." She cut me off. "Well, its pointless to tell you to not have sex because you and I both know that teenagers will do the opposite, so just have him wear a condom." I was speechless. "Well, go on, I wont bother you anymore for now." I started to walk out the door, "He is cute though." I got to my room still speechless. As I closed the door Eli said, "Should I go?" I couldn't talk. "Isabel? Hello?" He stepped closer to me. I sighed and said, "No you don't have to go." "Oh, okay." "I can't believe what my mother just said." "What did she say?" I took a deep breath and said, "She just said to use a condom." I shook my head and sat on the bed. "So she thinks we were..." "Yeah." He sat down next to me. "And you told her?" "I was speechless. I mean its not everyday my mom tells me 'have him wear a condom.' you know?" We looked at each other and laughed.
I woke up the next morning feeling better then I had in a long time. I thought to myself, I've got a great best friend, a great job, which I don't have to go to today, and a guy that likes me. I smiled at that last thought and looked over at the clock. It read 11:21am. It was nice to sleep in for a change. I lay in bed for a little while longer then got up and did the usual morning routine. You know, brush the teeth, make the bed, that kind of thing. When I finished I walked down the stairs, still in my pajamas mind you and went into the kitchen. I noticed a note on the counter. I picked it up and it read:
Isabel, I know that you aren't working today and I was going to wake you up, but I decided against it. Considering this is one of your few days of. Anyway, your father and I are going to Europe for a few weeks. Don't worry, we haven't left yet! I'm out shopping and your father is at the office. I should be home by 2 o'clock or so and your father should be home soon after. We leave tomorrow around 4. Love, Mom
Lovely, my mother and father are leaving me for a few weeks to gallivant around Europe. Like it even matters. I sat the note aside and fixed myself a cup of coffee and went to the television room and turned on the TV. I flipped through channels until I came across an old movie. It was a musical with Gene Kelly. After I drinking my coffee I turned off the TV then went to put my dish away. After I went upstairs to my room. As I was about to sit on my bed my bag began to ring. No, wait, it was my phone. I answered it and it was...Mary.
"Hello? Isabel, why didn't you call me last night?" "Because." Mary sighed, "Because is not an answer and you know that." "Fine, because I got home and went straight to bed." "So, tell me all of the juicy details." I told the story of what happened last night and all she could say as, "Wow, that's impressive." There was a pause. "Are you going to see him again?" "I hope so." There was a beep signaling a call waiting. "Mar, hold on okay?" "No problem." I switched over. "Hello?" "Isabel?" "Yes?" "It's Eli." "Eli! Hey, can you hold on for just a second?" "Uh, yeah sure." I switched over once again. "Mar?" "Yeah." "It's Eli." "Oh, okay. I'm gone. Don't forget to call me." "I won't, bye!" "Bye." I switched over. "Eli?" "Hey." "Hi." "So, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go out this afternoon?" "Yeah, I'd like that." He sighed. It sounded like a sigh of relief. "Okay, so I'll pick you up then." "Okay, when?" "An hour?" "Okay." I gave him my address and we said goodbye. I hung up then took a quick shower and tried to decide what to wear. After much thought I finally decided on my floral cap sleeved top and jeans. As I put my hair in pigtails I made sure that I had my bag all set. After I went downstairs. As I got to the last step the doorbell rang. I put my bag on the last step and opened the door. Standing there was Eli in a black button down shirt, khaki pants and his jacket.
"Hey!" "Hi, come on in." "Okay." He walked in and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed. "Can I take your jacket?" He nodded. I took his jacket and put it on the coat rack. "So, what are we going to do today?" I turned back to him. "Well, I thought that since we need to eat wed go somewhere. Then take it from there." I couldn't help but laugh at his not so brilliant planning. "Well, how about I fix us some lunch, then well go from there." He nodded, "I think I would be alright with that." I grinned. "Good." I took his hand and lead him to the kitchen. "So, what do you want?" "Whatever you want to fix." "Okay, sit here." I let him sit at the island of the kitchen. "And I'll whip something up." I looked through the cabinets and searched for something, after about five minutes I found stuff for sandwiches, a salad and lemonade. (Not fresh squeezed, but from powder.) "Do you mind if I cook with some music?" "Not at all. Do you need any help?" "Well, can you cut the lettuce and the tomatoes?" "Yes I can." I gave him the things needed to cut the vegetables. For the next fifteen minutes we made lunch. As we finished I suggested that we eat outside. As we ate he asked, "Can I ask you a serious question?" I thought for a moment, "Okay, shoot." "Are you happy?" With a smile I replied,
"Yes." I paused, "Are you?" He answered, "You know, I think I am. It's been a long time, but I think I am." I smiled and I reached out to his hand and held it.
After lunch we cleaned up and I took him a tour around my house. First the downstairs, then the upstairs. As we got to my room I paused. I'd never had a guy in my bedroom. I mean Mary's boyfriend doesn't count; he's like a brother. With what I thought was quick thinking I said, "This is my room, lets go downstairs." "This is your room?" "Uh huh." I started to bite my lip, I can't help it, and it's a nervous habit. "Aren't you going to show me it?" Again my quick thinking, "Why do you want to see inside my room so badly?" "Because, I want to see the real you." I gave him a quizzical look and opened the door. We walked in and I suddenly became aware and ashamed of my light pink walls and white canopy bed. He walked over to my stereo and cds. "Ah, the musical styling of Isabel, you know something, I don't know your last name." "Matheson". "Sammler." I smiled, but I nervously played with my hair as he looked around. All I could think was, he thinks that I'm a first rate dork, or a girl who is stuck at being daddy's little girl. But, he could just think that I'm a hopeless romantic. Before I knew what I was doing I crossed over to him and took his hand and led him to the far side of my room. I opened the curtains that hung on the wall and under them were French doors that led to my private balcony. "This is where I like to come and look at the stars." I opened the door. "Once, when I was a little girl I tried to count all of the stars and, my dad found me fast asleep on my blanket. Granted I didn't get very far, but I like to think that I did." I laughed. "But, that's just a silly story of mine. Do you want to go outside?" "Later."
We were still holding hands when he closed the door and the curtain. He led me over to the bed and sat me down as he kneeled, "Look, I think that you're a real nice girl." I looked down, he lifted my chin, "Which is why I want to still see you. And for a long time hopefully." We both smiled and I put my arms around him and kissed him. He got up and went to my stereo and put in a cd. The song started to play and he walked over to me again. I wasn't sure what the song was at first because at that moment all I cared about was being in his arms. At that same moment he sat next to me on the bed and touched my cheek. I closed my eyes and softly hummed the song; it was Switchfoot's version of Only Hope. He took the palm of my hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. He turned my hand over and kissed the other side. Then he took my other hand and did the same. As he started to kiss my lips there was a knock at the door and a voice.
"Isabel." It was my mother. Eli stood up and walked over to the dresser as I went to the door. She opened it just as I got there. "Yes mom?" She barged in and said, "There was a wonderful sale at." She stopped when she saw Eli, "Mom, this is Eli. Eli this is my mom." He said, "Its nice to meet you Mrs. Matheson." My mother smiled and said, "You too. Isabel, can we speak?" "Sure mom." I gave Eli an odd look and followed her to her room. As I closed the door she said, "Isabel, is he your boyfriend?" "Um, I don't know. Mom we weren't." She cut me off. "Well, its pointless to tell you to not have sex because you and I both know that teenagers will do the opposite, so just have him wear a condom." I was speechless. "Well, go on, I wont bother you anymore for now." I started to walk out the door, "He is cute though." I got to my room still speechless. As I closed the door Eli said, "Should I go?" I couldn't talk. "Isabel? Hello?" He stepped closer to me. I sighed and said, "No you don't have to go." "Oh, okay." "I can't believe what my mother just said." "What did she say?" I took a deep breath and said, "She just said to use a condom." I shook my head and sat on the bed. "So she thinks we were..." "Yeah." He sat down next to me. "And you told her?" "I was speechless. I mean its not everyday my mom tells me 'have him wear a condom.' you know?" We looked at each other and laughed.