Once we were all in their living room, and comfortably sitting, I began.
"Ok, so at first it seemed like he hated me," I spoke softly, but subtly. "but just recently he's been acting really nice, and then today he was acting like he was scared of me."
"Dear, I think its because he likes you, but doesn't know how to show it." Mrs. Johnson said quickly.
"Yea, it sounds that way to me as well Ray." She shot me a concerned look. I felt pale.
"Are you okay Raylee dear?" Mrs. Johnson asked with concern.
"Yes, I think so, but its all to annoying, weird, and makes me crazy trying to figure it out. I was just thinking…" I wanted to wait to see if they wanted to listen to more of my story.
"What were you thinking Ray?" Devon asked quickly, she looked eager to know more. That's why I loved her, and that is why she is my best friend.
"Oh, I was just thinking that maybe he doesn't like me and I'm just hallucan-"
"Your not, we promise!" They both giggled, and then I started to giggle for thinking that.
"Hey girls how were all of your days?" I big smile rolled across my face.
"Hey Mr. Johnson!" I said, and then jumped up to give him a hug.
"How are you doing Ray, its been a long two days." He said jokingly.
"Way to long" I teased back.
The phone then rang and Devon answered it.
"Yes…sure…sure…of course… she'll be back soon."
She then hung up the phone a little while later. "Your dad was just wondering where you were."
"Ok, I probably should go." I smiled at the family standing before me, and longed to be a part of it.
"Make sure you come back tomorrow, we want to hear more."
"There is no more to tell, but I might just have a new story by tomorrow." I smiled then walked out.
As I was driving home, I started to think of what Williams' real feelings for me were. I couldn't exactly tell, but I knew that he at least liked me a little, but as soon as I started really thinking I arrived at my house.
I flew up the steps and into the living room.
"Hey Raylee, how was your time at Devon's house?" I smiled.
"It was fun, how are you dad?"
"The game was good. But my team wasn't playing." He smiled, obviously happy that I asked him that question.
"That's good dad, I'm going to head up to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night"
"Night" I replied, then ran for the stairs, as soon as I got up stairs and got my pajamas on, I plopped on the bed and began to dream.
