part9

Part 9
(Ring!!! Ring!!!)

    Waiting and waiting, but no phone call. Myabe he forgot. Or maybe my mom did something to the phone. I'm going to check, but if I am playing with the phone, my mom will know when he calls that I was expecting it. Oh man, my head is spinning.
     The phone rings...
     "I got it!" I came running out of my room, and run to the phone in the living room.
     "Hold on, I got it." My mom beat me to it.
     "Hello... Who is this?" she said all nice and stuff. Yea right, why don't she use her real voice. "Ok, well she isn't - I mean... Ok hold on." My mom sets the phone down and looks at me. "It's for you. Take the phone in your room, in case your dad comes home."
     "Ok, thanks!" I got the phone and run into my room.
     "Hi."
     "I told you I would get her to let me talk to you," he laughs.
     "What did you say to her?"
     "Just that, it's funny, when I call, she isn't home. If I showed up there, I bet she would be home. I think she doesn't want me around."
      "Yea, it worked."
      "Yea, it did. So how is everything with you?" he asked.
     I just reply with, "Not good but it could be worse. You?"
     "Missing you."
     "Really?"
     "Yea."
     "I miss you, too." We both laughed. I wonder how long it would take my parents to realize I ran away, if I chose to. It wouldn't be long. They'd know where I went.
     "Is your dad home?"
     "No. I dont' kow what his problem is. I guess he was just born an asshole."
     "I don't know about that, but I don't like him too much," he said.
     "Did you want to tal to him or something?" I asked.
     "No, but if he were home, he would be on the other phone listening."
     "Yea, only my mom and me are home. I wish I wasn't."
     "Yea, I wish I weren't here, either."
     "No way, your lucky you're having an exciting time. I woudl love to be you." What, is the guy crazy?
     "A little too exciting for me. Movie-making is a lot harder than it looks."
     "Maybe, but I wouldn't know."
     "Be glad you don't know," he said. "Well, I'm tired and it is late, so can we talk later?"
     I look at the clock. "It's only 6:00."
     "No, it's 3:00 here, but I got to get up at 10 or 11. We are shotting anight scene tonight."
     "Oh wow. Ok see ya."
     "Bye Jessica."
     I walk out of my room and hung up the phone.
     "What did he want?" my mom asked as she walked in the room and sat down.
     "Just to say hi." I msiled and walked back to my room. A few minutes later, my mom knocked on the door.
     "What?!" I yelled.
     "I want to give you something, but if you're going to sound like that, then nevermind." She yelled back at me.
     "No, it's ok. What? Come in." I changed my voice in a second when I heard "give you something."
     "here, I kow you found them today. No point in hiding them now." She handed me the box of letters. "And he has called you 4 or 5 times in the last 2 weeks."
     "Thanks, but you should have given them to me when you first got them." I started to cry, only so she would feel sorry for me, and give me more good stuff.
     "Yea I know, I'm sorry. He must really like you. I still can't understand that, but he does." She laughed.
     "He is nice. I know you and dad don't want to believe me, but he is and I like him."
     "He is a little too old for you," she pointed out.
     "We are only friends, and he is only 16 years old. When I'm 18, he will be 22, and that's not a big deal.
     "Still," she said turning her head and looking around the room.
     "I'm tired. I just want to watch TV ok?" I turned on the TV on the wall. Haha! Home Improvement! My mom and I both laughed.
     "Ok, bye." She walked out and closed the door.
     So I watched Home Improvement. Randy is so cute. I mean, Jonathan is so cute. So cute, and so funny. How could anyone not like him? Or etter, how could a guy like that be single? Is he? I could ask, but that would feel weird.
     School went by fast. I didn't even think about trying to get out of it anymore. I only wanted to talk to Jonathan or think about him, and nothing else. A few phone calls, a few letters, and the next thing I know it's spring break. I get to stay at home and watch TV all during the break, and then go back to school, and make up something good only to sound interesting. What really happens, I couldn't tell, because no one would believe me. Second, my mom and dad told me not to, and most of the time, I don't listen to them, but I guess I should.