Chapter 28
When we walked under our streetlight, he let go of my hand. And we turned down my street. Right before we came out in front of my house, he slipped into the shadow of the fence between my house and our neighbors. He kissed me. Before he walked me halfway up to my door.
"Do you want me to call you tonight?" He asked, his hands sliding into his sweatshirt pockets.
My head felt liek it was spinning. I don't know how I could like one boy so much, after everything. "Yes," I said smiling looking up at him. He smiled back.
"Goodbye," I said softly.
"Bye," He said quietly.
I started walking up to my house. "Hey, since we're friends, maybe we can watch Death cab together tomorrow."
I stopped smilign at him. "But-"
He smiled back. "I promise," He said. "I'll keep you at arms length every song like that."
"Okay," I said. "Remember to call me."
"I would never forget." He said.
"Bye," I said.
"Bye," He said lifting an arm to wave.
We started walking in different directions. My house was warm. I hadn't realized how cold it had been. Being with Bennett had been enough for me. I didn't notice anything like that when I was with him. Amber was sitting in the living room. "Hey, kid." She said.
I stepped in waving. "Hi," I started walking out.
"He was cute." She said.
Somethign told me I didn't have a ticket out of that room yet. I walked in a few more steps than before. I nodded. "Yeah, it was my friend Bennett." I said.
"He's smiley." She said. "Like you're other friend with the pink hair."
"Her hair's orange now." I said.
"Does your boyfriend know about him?" She asked. She noticed I was hesitating majorly. "Mom ran out to the office real quick. There was a major disaster in the fax machine area."
I swallowed. She'll find out eventually- Amber. My mom too. But Amber was easier to tell first. "I'm not seeing Dave anymore." I said.
Amber wasn't surprised one bit. "What happened?" Her eyebrows folded a little.
I hadn't told anyone. Only Bennett. My sister should be the easy one. But so far I think Bennett was easier by a long shot. "He-" I swallowed again. There was this lump. "He cheated on me." Amber opened her mouth, her face finally surprised. "With three different girls."
She closed her more. Her eyes sympathetic. No matter how much I liked Bennett some place in my heart was still hurt by Dave. Not because he was such a great boyfriend- the last straw made him much more than the opposite. The worst boyfriend in the world- still had a part of me somewhere. Something I had given him when he was just Dave. The cute sweet boy who kissed me at a barbeque early summer and didn't think I wasn't good enough. Who said I was much more. Somewhere he changed, but I still think I loved that boy I first met. No matter how sweet Bennett is or how much of a great person he is. Dave still had a part of me no matter how much I didn't want him to or how much I resented him for it.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Then who is this 'friend'?" She asked. "You're not using him are you?"
My mood completely shifted. "Oh, no." I said shaking my head.
She raised her eyebrows. "Tell me this story sometime. I'm interested." She said. "Mom's gonna' be home any second. When she left she told me to make sure 'Dave brought you home on time' and 'to give you an extra hour, he's not very punctual.'" She winked at me. "I thought the other boy was very punctual."
I smiled a little. "sure, I'll tell you later.," I said. I went upstairs. Listening to that third CD. It sounded familiar. But I didn't know it still. On cue my mother's car pulled into the garage. Thank god for Amber.
A/N: Sorry :\ I've been grounded becuase my room isn't clean. I snuck on tonight finishing up this chapter. It's short, I know. But I figured tomorrow you'll have a good meaty one to enjoy.
I've been reading Twilight. I thought it would be the dumbest book on the planet but it inspired me a lot. Which is why Bennett was a little bit creepy last chapter. I'll fix that later if it still bothers me. But it's not as creepy as I remember him acting. But he seems very Edward-esque. I love Stephanie Meyer's writing technique. It's rubbing in on mine. Now my own technique is inspired by a combination of Stephen Chbosky, Sarah Dessen, JD Salinger, and Stephanie Meyer. Oof. Let me know if you think I should fix the last chapter.
