Chapter Eight - Permission
I heard Mom and Dad talking in their room. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper were cleaning out thwir closet. It was Aunt Alice's idea to get rid of the old and in with the new. Auntie Rose and Uncle Emmet were in the garage fixing up his jeep. Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme were working. I was in my room laying down on my bed. My eyes were staring at the white, blank ceiling.
There was a knock at my door. "Come in."
Jacob comes in. Not surprising at all. I was still laying there, looking bored. He took my desk chair and sat down. He rolled it next to my bed. Jacob took my Rubik's Cube off of my desk and tried to figure it. His face became stern as he tried.
"Let me help you." I offered.
I took it from his hands and did it under a couple of seconds.
His jaw dropped. "How did you do that so fast?"
I replied, "It's like second nature for me." I shrugged.
"Wow. You are really like your dad, a genius. I knew Jacob was trying to compliment me, but it was useless.
"Thanks." I put a smile to show sincerity to him.
I guess it worked because he got off the chair and on to the other side of me on the bed. We just laid there, staring at the ceiling. I put my hand on his cheek to tell him to go to the dance with Heather. I couldn't tell him in words. He turned his body so he was laying on his side and looking at me.
He smiled. "I'm not going with Heather. Unless you want me to. If it makes you happy, I will."
I was glad that he wanted to make me happy. "You don't need my permission. If you want to do something, you don't have to ask. I don't control your life."
"So I don't have to ask to do this?" He took my face in his hands and kissed me.
I pushed him away."If you want to." We both smiled while I blushed at the same time. "So are you going to the dance with her?"
He didn't answer for a couple of seconds. "Not unless you don't want me to."
"What did I just say? I don't control your life. You don't need my permission."
"But I want to know what you think."
"Fine, go. Go with her. Please. I'm not going. I don't want you to not go because of me. Please." I sat up against my headboard and looked at him. He was thinking over it.
He got up and sat next to me. "Okay. I'll take her."
I sighed. "Okay, then."
"Don't tell anyone this, but she is desperate." We laughed.
So the desperate girl had to go for Jacob. But why wouldn't I let them? He would come back to me at the end of the night.
"Why don't you call her?" I asked. "The dance is in 3 days."
"I'll tell her tomorrow."
Tomorrow…