I went home and saw a note on the refrigerator. I picked it up.
"Ellie...went out of town for a while. Be back later. Love you. Mom."
I rolled my eyes. Typical.
I wasn't in the mood to stay home alone, and Ashley was out of town with her dad. I guess they wanted to work things out or something. I sat down on the couch after I cleaned the house. It had started storming...just my luck. I've always hated storms. At the same time a loud thunder clapped, the phone rang. I jumped, and grabbed the phone.
"Hello," I said, my voice shaky.
"Hey...Ellie, its Jimmy," the deep male voice came from the other end of the line.
"Oh, hi," I was sort of glad it was him.
"I hope you don't mind that I called. Is it storming at your house?"
"Yeah, and my mom's out of town...again."
"Yeah, I'm here alone too. do you want to come over?" he offered.
"Now?" I asked.
"Yeah...maybe you could, I don't know...spend the night or something? I don't really like being alone in storms as stupid as it sounds."
"It doesn't sound stupid. I hate being alone in them too. I'll be over there in about ten minutes, okay?"
"That's cool, I'll order a pizza."
"Okay."
I went upstairs to pack some clothes. I chose a black long-sleeved tee shirt to cover the cuts on my arms and a pair of shorts. I threw them into a bag and headed to Jimmy's house. It was raining so I had to run really fast.
When I got there, I was soaked.
"I'm sorry," he said, helping me inside. "I should have called you a cab."
"Don't be silly, it's alright. I'll just change into the clothes I brought," I said.
He pulled off my arm band to put it in the dryer.
"Jimmy don't..." it was too late.
He traced the cuts. "Ellie..."
I jerked my arm away. "Where is your bathroom so I can change?" I asked.
"Down the hall to the left," he pointed.
I walked in, turned the light on and shut the door. "Don't lose it, El," I told myself. "It'll be alright, just don't lose it now." I changed quickly and took the wet clothes out to Jimmy so he could put them in the dryer.
"Ellie, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said. "I have a lot going on at home."
"Okay, if you want to talk, let me know."
"I will."
"Okay...well I ordered the pizza, it should be here soon."
"Thanks for letting me come over," I said. "I really hate being alone."
"I hate it too. but I'm alone a lot...so I deal."
"Yeah, me too."
We sat there, in each others silence...and it was so peaceful. Our eyes met a few times and we would smile and start to laugh.
"Why do you cut yourself?" he asked out of the blue.
It threw me off a little. "Jimmy..."
"Ellie..." his voice matched mine.
"I have a lot going on," I said. "A lot of pressure."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, following him into the kitchen.
"Would you be mad at me if I did something I really wanted to do?" he asked.
I looked at him, a little puzzled.
He leaned in...closer...closer...my breath almost stopped. He was going to kiss me. When his lips met mine...it was like electricity. Better than electricity. It was just so...awesome. We were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Ellie...went out of town for a while. Be back later. Love you. Mom."
I rolled my eyes. Typical.
I wasn't in the mood to stay home alone, and Ashley was out of town with her dad. I guess they wanted to work things out or something. I sat down on the couch after I cleaned the house. It had started storming...just my luck. I've always hated storms. At the same time a loud thunder clapped, the phone rang. I jumped, and grabbed the phone.
"Hello," I said, my voice shaky.
"Hey...Ellie, its Jimmy," the deep male voice came from the other end of the line.
"Oh, hi," I was sort of glad it was him.
"I hope you don't mind that I called. Is it storming at your house?"
"Yeah, and my mom's out of town...again."
"Yeah, I'm here alone too. do you want to come over?" he offered.
"Now?" I asked.
"Yeah...maybe you could, I don't know...spend the night or something? I don't really like being alone in storms as stupid as it sounds."
"It doesn't sound stupid. I hate being alone in them too. I'll be over there in about ten minutes, okay?"
"That's cool, I'll order a pizza."
"Okay."
I went upstairs to pack some clothes. I chose a black long-sleeved tee shirt to cover the cuts on my arms and a pair of shorts. I threw them into a bag and headed to Jimmy's house. It was raining so I had to run really fast.
When I got there, I was soaked.
"I'm sorry," he said, helping me inside. "I should have called you a cab."
"Don't be silly, it's alright. I'll just change into the clothes I brought," I said.
He pulled off my arm band to put it in the dryer.
"Jimmy don't..." it was too late.
He traced the cuts. "Ellie..."
I jerked my arm away. "Where is your bathroom so I can change?" I asked.
"Down the hall to the left," he pointed.
I walked in, turned the light on and shut the door. "Don't lose it, El," I told myself. "It'll be alright, just don't lose it now." I changed quickly and took the wet clothes out to Jimmy so he could put them in the dryer.
"Ellie, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said. "I have a lot going on at home."
"Okay, if you want to talk, let me know."
"I will."
"Okay...well I ordered the pizza, it should be here soon."
"Thanks for letting me come over," I said. "I really hate being alone."
"I hate it too. but I'm alone a lot...so I deal."
"Yeah, me too."
We sat there, in each others silence...and it was so peaceful. Our eyes met a few times and we would smile and start to laugh.
"Why do you cut yourself?" he asked out of the blue.
It threw me off a little. "Jimmy..."
"Ellie..." his voice matched mine.
"I have a lot going on," I said. "A lot of pressure."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, following him into the kitchen.
"Would you be mad at me if I did something I really wanted to do?" he asked.
I looked at him, a little puzzled.
He leaned in...closer...closer...my breath almost stopped. He was going to kiss me. When his lips met mine...it was like electricity. Better than electricity. It was just so...awesome. We were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.