Since I am such a wonderful, giving person, I am gonna post chapter 7 now, since I have to do the homework I didn't do yesterday, today, and I am not sure when I will be able to post again.
Chapter 7:
“Can I ask you a personal question?” We’d been walking for about five minutes, not really saying much, but I suddenly felt like being nosy.
“Um, sure. You can ask. Doesn’t mean I will answer.” Alright, not exactly the response I was looking for, but oh well.
“Before, when I asked if you and Tim were close, you looked kinda sad. How come?”
“He’s the only family I have left. Of course we’re going to be close.” She didn’t elaborate, so I didn’t push the issue, and we made it the rest of the way to the shop in a slightly awkward silence. “Mr. Jonas, you might want to call your people and let them know you won’t be home tonight.
“‘My people’? ‘My people’ already know I won’t be home tonight. I had already planned on being unreachable tonight.”
“Oh, well, then you might want to think about calling the B and B about getting a room for the night.”
“Are they gonna jack up their prices cause I’m a city-slickin’ musician?” I mocked her earlier accent and she laughed. I decided right then that her laugh was absolutely the most perfect sound I'd ever heard.
“You could always sleep on my pull-out couch. I’m just not sure it’s up to your sophisticated standards.” I wasn’t sure if she was being serious, but I decided to call her bluff.
“Your couch sounds perfect. I’ll just hang around here till you’re done for the night, then we can go to your place.” Her smile faltered slightly. It was my turn to laugh.
“You might be better off at the B and B.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine at your place. And thank you so much for offering. I have a feeling you and I are going to be GREAT friends.” I was becoming disgusted at myself with how thick I was piling it on.
“Wow…aren’t you a diabetic or something? Can’t you make yourself sick with all that sickeningly sweet sugar you’re sending me?”
“So, you’re a fan?” I asked, smirking.
“My little sister had been.” I had a sudden urge to reach up and smack myself. What was the word for this…oh yeah…AWKWARD. Again, Zee seemed to pick up on my emotions before I could voice them. “Chill out, Rock-star. You couldn’t have known.” She patted my shoulder and walked into the garage.
