Star's POV
By the time I got home, it was 10 o'clock at night. My first thought was that my mom's going to kill me. I never stay out this late, even on weekends. She'll question me. She'll go 'good cop, bad cop' on me, and I hate when she does that. But even if she does kill me, it would be worth it. I got to spend the whole day with the guy of dreams. Then I remembered the book he lent me, I looked at the cover of the book and clutched it to my chest. I got off the bus at my stop. 20 mores steps, I counted. 19, 18, 17,...the numbers kept decreasing. I counted the steps until I reached my house. "Here goes nothing." I opened the door with my key, quietly of course. I closed the door behind me silently. I tip-toed up the steps to my bedroom. After I shut my door, I fell asleep. Literally, I fell onto my bed and slept. I didn't bother to take off my shoes, take a quick shower, or change into my night clothes. I was exhausted. I dreamt of the events that happened today. Those were the best dreams I've had in a long time.
----------------Next Morning-------------------
I woke up early this morning. I guess I was excited to see Noah again. Then I remembered the condition he was in the day before. I had to go check on him. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs.
"Oh Star!"
Crap, I forgot about my mom. "Yes mother dearest?"
"Could you come in the kitchen for a sec? We need to talk."
"Coming." I made my way down the stairs. My mom was in the kitchen, making pancakes. She only makes pancakes when she's furious or depressed. Note that furious and angry have two different meanings. I would've really preferred her being angry. She grabbed a plate from the dish rack, loaded two pancakes on it, drowned it in syrup, and slammed it on the table. Not good.
"Star, take a seat." She pulled out a chair for me. The chair with the drowned plate of pancakes in front of it. Really not good. I sat. She just looked at me. She had fury in her eyes. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Yeah. I think you killed my pancakes." I half smiled. My mom wasn't amused. She banged her hands against the table. It made me wince.
"I'm in no mood for smart-alec remarks Star!" I looked at my drowned plate of pancakes. I just couldn't look her in eyes. "Do you know what time you got home last night?"
"10 o'clock?"
"10 o'clock! That's too late a time for you to be getting home!"
"I know."
"Where were you?"
"I was-" I stopped myself. If I told my mom I was taking a friend home, she'd ask who, then I would be dead because she doesn't like at other people's houses without her meeting the person. And if she found out it was a boy...I shivered at the thought of what she might do to me then. "I was at the mall. You know how time flies by when your shopping and what not."
"Shopping, huh? What'd you buy?"
"I bought a book."
"You're telling me you got home at 10 o'clock at night, due to a book dilemma?"
"That's right. I mean, it's a tough choice between fiction or fantasy. Or sci-fi and historic fiction."
"What's the genre of the book?"
I thought. "You know, I haven't started it yet, but I will get back to on that."
"Uh-huh. Eat your flapjacks, Star." She handed me a fork and knife. I ate them at a quickened pace. When I was done, I washed my plate, hugged my mom, and left the kitchen. She called back to me, "We're not done talking about this Star. We'll finish talking when you get home, which better be before 9 o'clock!"
"Okay!" I closed the front door. I was on my way to Noah's house.
Noah's POV
I woke up this morning feeling alot better. After I took my shower and got dressed, I headed downstairs. When I went into the kitchen, there was screaming ang hollering coming from every direction. Chaotic as usual. I sat in a chair farthest away from from the chaos. "Mom! Jake keeps touching me", screamed my little sister.
"I'm not touching her", Jake, my other brother, protested. He poked her in the arm again.
"Mom!" My mom looked exhausted. She was making eggs and bacon for all of us.
"Jake, stop touching Margret." My mom placed a plate in front of me. "Good morning, Noah."
"Good morning, Mom." I stared at my plate of breakfast food for one minute. I realized I wasn't hungry. I got up from the table.
"Noah", my mom asked, "where are you going?"
"I'm not hungry." She nodded and I headed back up to my room. I took off my sweater vest and decided I'd play some video games. So that's what I did.
Star's POV
It took me awhile to actually get to the bus stop. When I saw that empty bench, I turned back around because I thought he didn't want to see me again. Then I'd turn back around towards the bus stop because I thought maybe something was really wrong with him. I went back and forth about seven times. I finally got my nerves out of me and went towards the bus stop. I boarded the bus.
When I got to his stop, I unboarded the bus. I began to walk slowly to his house. I counted the steps. I finally got to zero. I knocked on the door. It was about 12 in the afternoon. Then I said to myself, "What if he thinks I'm a stalker? What if he thinks I'm one of those clingy people that as soon as you meet you can't get rid of them? I can't have him think that." Before I could turn back around, Noah's mom opened the door. "Hello", she said.
"Hi. You might remember me from last night, I brought Noah home."
"Oh yes, that's right. Do you want to see him?"
"Actually, I just want to make sure he's-"
"Noah, you have a visitor!" Noah came downstairs. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. His mom left and now he was standing in the doorway.
"Hey", I said.
"Hey." He didn't have on a sweater vest. My body temperature increased greatly. He looked gorgeous!
"Um...I just came to see how you were doing."
"I feel alot better. Thanks for caring."
"It's no big deal." We stood in silence for five minutes. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Bye." I turned back around.
"Wait." I faced him again. "Where are you going?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I'll go to the mall, by myself."
"Oh." I turned back around. "Wait." I faced him again. "Would you like to go to the water feature in the mall with me?"
"Sure! I mean, that sound fun. But I got to go get my bathing suit."
"I can't go today, but how about tomorrow?"
"Okay."
"See you then." He closed the door.
Noah's POV
I closed the door. My mom said, "Honey, it's time to take Margret, Jane, Alicia, and Francine to their soccer game."
"I know. Let me get one last thing out of my room."
"Okay dear, but hurry." My mom grabbed her car keys, called my sisters names, and they all walked out the front door towards the car parked in the drive way. I put my sweater vest on and looked out the window. Star was at the bus stop. I could've sworn that before the bus came, she jumped up in the air with a big smile on her face.
"The feeling's mutual Star.".............................
By the time I got home, it was 10 o'clock at night. My first thought was that my mom's going to kill me. I never stay out this late, even on weekends. She'll question me. She'll go 'good cop, bad cop' on me, and I hate when she does that. But even if she does kill me, it would be worth it. I got to spend the whole day with the guy of dreams. Then I remembered the book he lent me, I looked at the cover of the book and clutched it to my chest. I got off the bus at my stop. 20 mores steps, I counted. 19, 18, 17,...the numbers kept decreasing. I counted the steps until I reached my house. "Here goes nothing." I opened the door with my key, quietly of course. I closed the door behind me silently. I tip-toed up the steps to my bedroom. After I shut my door, I fell asleep. Literally, I fell onto my bed and slept. I didn't bother to take off my shoes, take a quick shower, or change into my night clothes. I was exhausted. I dreamt of the events that happened today. Those were the best dreams I've had in a long time.
----------------Next Morning-------------------
I woke up early this morning. I guess I was excited to see Noah again. Then I remembered the condition he was in the day before. I had to go check on him. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs.
"Oh Star!"
Crap, I forgot about my mom. "Yes mother dearest?"
"Could you come in the kitchen for a sec? We need to talk."
"Coming." I made my way down the stairs. My mom was in the kitchen, making pancakes. She only makes pancakes when she's furious or depressed. Note that furious and angry have two different meanings. I would've really preferred her being angry. She grabbed a plate from the dish rack, loaded two pancakes on it, drowned it in syrup, and slammed it on the table. Not good.
"Star, take a seat." She pulled out a chair for me. The chair with the drowned plate of pancakes in front of it. Really not good. I sat. She just looked at me. She had fury in her eyes. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Yeah. I think you killed my pancakes." I half smiled. My mom wasn't amused. She banged her hands against the table. It made me wince.
"I'm in no mood for smart-alec remarks Star!" I looked at my drowned plate of pancakes. I just couldn't look her in eyes. "Do you know what time you got home last night?"
"10 o'clock?"
"10 o'clock! That's too late a time for you to be getting home!"
"I know."
"Where were you?"
"I was-" I stopped myself. If I told my mom I was taking a friend home, she'd ask who, then I would be dead because she doesn't like at other people's houses without her meeting the person. And if she found out it was a boy...I shivered at the thought of what she might do to me then. "I was at the mall. You know how time flies by when your shopping and what not."
"Shopping, huh? What'd you buy?"
"I bought a book."
"You're telling me you got home at 10 o'clock at night, due to a book dilemma?"
"That's right. I mean, it's a tough choice between fiction or fantasy. Or sci-fi and historic fiction."
"What's the genre of the book?"
I thought. "You know, I haven't started it yet, but I will get back to on that."
"Uh-huh. Eat your flapjacks, Star." She handed me a fork and knife. I ate them at a quickened pace. When I was done, I washed my plate, hugged my mom, and left the kitchen. She called back to me, "We're not done talking about this Star. We'll finish talking when you get home, which better be before 9 o'clock!"
"Okay!" I closed the front door. I was on my way to Noah's house.
Noah's POV
I woke up this morning feeling alot better. After I took my shower and got dressed, I headed downstairs. When I went into the kitchen, there was screaming ang hollering coming from every direction. Chaotic as usual. I sat in a chair farthest away from from the chaos. "Mom! Jake keeps touching me", screamed my little sister.
"I'm not touching her", Jake, my other brother, protested. He poked her in the arm again.
"Mom!" My mom looked exhausted. She was making eggs and bacon for all of us.
"Jake, stop touching Margret." My mom placed a plate in front of me. "Good morning, Noah."
"Good morning, Mom." I stared at my plate of breakfast food for one minute. I realized I wasn't hungry. I got up from the table.
"Noah", my mom asked, "where are you going?"
"I'm not hungry." She nodded and I headed back up to my room. I took off my sweater vest and decided I'd play some video games. So that's what I did.
Star's POV
It took me awhile to actually get to the bus stop. When I saw that empty bench, I turned back around because I thought he didn't want to see me again. Then I'd turn back around towards the bus stop because I thought maybe something was really wrong with him. I went back and forth about seven times. I finally got my nerves out of me and went towards the bus stop. I boarded the bus.
When I got to his stop, I unboarded the bus. I began to walk slowly to his house. I counted the steps. I finally got to zero. I knocked on the door. It was about 12 in the afternoon. Then I said to myself, "What if he thinks I'm a stalker? What if he thinks I'm one of those clingy people that as soon as you meet you can't get rid of them? I can't have him think that." Before I could turn back around, Noah's mom opened the door. "Hello", she said.
"Hi. You might remember me from last night, I brought Noah home."
"Oh yes, that's right. Do you want to see him?"
"Actually, I just want to make sure he's-"
"Noah, you have a visitor!" Noah came downstairs. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. His mom left and now he was standing in the doorway.
"Hey", I said.
"Hey." He didn't have on a sweater vest. My body temperature increased greatly. He looked gorgeous!
"Um...I just came to see how you were doing."
"I feel alot better. Thanks for caring."
"It's no big deal." We stood in silence for five minutes. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Bye." I turned back around.
"Wait." I faced him again. "Where are you going?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I'll go to the mall, by myself."
"Oh." I turned back around. "Wait." I faced him again. "Would you like to go to the water feature in the mall with me?"
"Sure! I mean, that sound fun. But I got to go get my bathing suit."
"I can't go today, but how about tomorrow?"
"Okay."
"See you then." He closed the door.
Noah's POV
I closed the door. My mom said, "Honey, it's time to take Margret, Jane, Alicia, and Francine to their soccer game."
"I know. Let me get one last thing out of my room."
"Okay dear, but hurry." My mom grabbed her car keys, called my sisters names, and they all walked out the front door towards the car parked in the drive way. I put my sweater vest on and looked out the window. Star was at the bus stop. I could've sworn that before the bus came, she jumped up in the air with a big smile on her face.
"The feeling's mutual Star.".............................
