stuffed, and barely able to move, I glance up to the ginormous clock on the wall and see that I need to get home so my dad isn’t late to work.
“Is it time already?” Joeys asks, slightly turning to check the clock. “That was the quickest hour ever.”
“Well, when you take half an hour to make an omelet...” I wink.
“Tell me that wasn’t the best omelet you’ve ever had?” he asks with a defensive look.
“The best!” I assure him, giving him two thumbs up.
“And don’t you forget it!”
Bringing our plates over to the sink, I look around and see the mess from breakfast spread across the counters. I feel bad that I don’t have time to clean it up before I go.
“Don’t worry about it. Anna will be here soon,” he chimes in behind me.
“Anna?”
“Our cleaning lady.”
Oh, of course–the cleaning lady!
Picking up my wetsuit, I start to head toward the back sliding glass door to go get my board.
“You can just leave it here if you want, so you don’t have to lug it back and forth every day?”
Thinking that it’s not a bad idea, I ask, “Are you sure, your parents won’t mind?”
“No, and that’s if they even notice,” he says, sounding annoyed.
“Don’t they go back there much?”
“They’re not here enough to enjoy the amenities,” Joey answers, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway...” He looks at the clock.
Shit! I’m supposed to be home right now.
“Why don’t I just bring you home, and we can get your truck later?” He asks, noticing my lack of time.
“That’s kind of convenient, don’t ‘ya think? You wouldn’t have by any chance planned it that way?” I ask with a skeptical grin as we walk to the front door.
He opens the door with a wink.
“Guess I played my cards right.”
“So, I’ll pick you up at six?” Joey confirms with his heart stopping grin, after putting the car in park.
“It’s a date.” I smile and lean over, pecking his cheek before stepping out of his car.
He waits until I’m safely inside before leaving, honking the horn once as he pulls out of the driveway.
“Cutting it kind of close, Hope,” my dad greets me, nodding towards our very small clock on the wall.
“Sorry, I lost track of time.”
“Mom’s all set in the living room, watching TV. I’ll see you guys later.” He slips on his shoes, and rushes out the door.
Feeling bad that I almost made my dad late for work, I hang my head low as I check in on my mom.
“Hey Mom, do you need anything before I get in the shower?”
“Why the long face, honey?”
“I just feel bad that I got home late. Dad seemed annoyed,” I answer in a glum tone.
“Eh, he’ll be on time. You know how Dad is, you’re not on time unless you’re early,” she says, mocking him. “Don’t worry about it.”
I lean over and kiss her cheek.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Hey, how’d your date go?” she asks with a huge grin.
“Oh my god, Mom. You should’ve seen the restaurant he brought me to. It’s this little Italian restaurant that his aunt owns. Amazing food! I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in one sitting, but I couldn’t stop, it was so good.” I know I’m rambling, but I’m full of joy, remembering how great last night was.
“So, are we going to be seeing a lot more of Joey then?”
My heart swells with happiness as I think about her question and the thought of spending more and more time with Joey,
“Yeah, I think so,” I respond with a radiant smile.
“That’s great, honey. I’m thrilled to see you happy again.”
“Me too. Thanks, Mom. I’m gonna go hop in the shower–do you need anything first?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“Holler if you need me!” I yell as I walk down the hallway.
The rest of the day goes by uneventful. I made lunch for my mom, prepped and put dinner in the crockpot for my parents, and got some school work done. Before I knew it, it was five-thirty and my dad was walking through the door from his day of
“Is it time already?” Joeys asks, slightly turning to check the clock. “That was the quickest hour ever.”
“Well, when you take half an hour to make an omelet...” I wink.
“Tell me that wasn’t the best omelet you’ve ever had?” he asks with a defensive look.
“The best!” I assure him, giving him two thumbs up.
“And don’t you forget it!”
Bringing our plates over to the sink, I look around and see the mess from breakfast spread across the counters. I feel bad that I don’t have time to clean it up before I go.
“Don’t worry about it. Anna will be here soon,” he chimes in behind me.
“Anna?”
“Our cleaning lady.”
Oh, of course–the cleaning lady!
Picking up my wetsuit, I start to head toward the back sliding glass door to go get my board.
“You can just leave it here if you want, so you don’t have to lug it back and forth every day?”
Thinking that it’s not a bad idea, I ask, “Are you sure, your parents won’t mind?”
“No, and that’s if they even notice,” he says, sounding annoyed.
“Don’t they go back there much?”
“They’re not here enough to enjoy the amenities,” Joey answers, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway...” He looks at the clock.
Shit! I’m supposed to be home right now.
“Why don’t I just bring you home, and we can get your truck later?” He asks, noticing my lack of time.
“That’s kind of convenient, don’t ‘ya think? You wouldn’t have by any chance planned it that way?” I ask with a skeptical grin as we walk to the front door.
He opens the door with a wink.
“Guess I played my cards right.”
“So, I’ll pick you up at six?” Joey confirms with his heart stopping grin, after putting the car in park.
“It’s a date.” I smile and lean over, pecking his cheek before stepping out of his car.
He waits until I’m safely inside before leaving, honking the horn once as he pulls out of the driveway.
“Cutting it kind of close, Hope,” my dad greets me, nodding towards our very small clock on the wall.
“Sorry, I lost track of time.”
“Mom’s all set in the living room, watching TV. I’ll see you guys later.” He slips on his shoes, and rushes out the door.
Feeling bad that I almost made my dad late for work, I hang my head low as I check in on my mom.
“Hey Mom, do you need anything before I get in the shower?”
“Why the long face, honey?”
“I just feel bad that I got home late. Dad seemed annoyed,” I answer in a glum tone.
“Eh, he’ll be on time. You know how Dad is, you’re not on time unless you’re early,” she says, mocking him. “Don’t worry about it.”
I lean over and kiss her cheek.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Hey, how’d your date go?” she asks with a huge grin.
“Oh my god, Mom. You should’ve seen the restaurant he brought me to. It’s this little Italian restaurant that his aunt owns. Amazing food! I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in one sitting, but I couldn’t stop, it was so good.” I know I’m rambling, but I’m full of joy, remembering how great last night was.
“So, are we going to be seeing a lot more of Joey then?”
My heart swells with happiness as I think about her question and the thought of spending more and more time with Joey,
“Yeah, I think so,” I respond with a radiant smile.
“That’s great, honey. I’m thrilled to see you happy again.”
“Me too. Thanks, Mom. I’m gonna go hop in the shower–do you need anything first?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“Holler if you need me!” I yell as I walk down the hallway.
The rest of the day goes by uneventful. I made lunch for my mom, prepped and put dinner in the crockpot for my parents, and got some school work done. Before I knew it, it was five-thirty and my dad was walking through the door from his day of
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