Chapter 4:
The next morning I awoke to see Amanda’s pallet empty. Where is she? I slowly pushed myself up trying to wake my body up but it was as if it was limp and hadn’t received any rest all night long. I threw my legs off the couch only to hit a soft surface. “Oww” I heard a slight groan coming from the floor. I had completely forgotten that Joe was still there. Knowing that it was Joe, I kicked my legs again hitting him harder and harder until I finally saw him move his body out of my leg reach.
“What’s your problem Demi?” he said this while rubbing his stomach as if I had really hurt him with my kicks. He slowly made his way onto the couch next to me, rubbing his eyes and straitening his t-shirt out. I let out light chuckle.
“Do you know where Amanda went? Her stuff is gone and the couch is empty.”
“Obviously” he said pointing to the random strewn blankets laying on the couch. I quickly slapped him in the stomach hard enough for him to jolt back and sigh. He thinks he is tough! “She left. She told me to tell you good-bye.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I said with anger in my voice. If she was going to leave why would she tell Joe and not me.
“I saw her getting her stuff together so I decided to ask her what she was doing. She said she had to go somewhere. I told her not to wake you because you looked so peaceful sleeping.” He nudged me lightly on the side.
“I don’t appreciate you watching me sleep and making observations about it. You don’t know if I was peaceful or not.” That was the only comeback I could come up with. If you can not already tell I suck at comebacks. That’s why I hate Joe even more, he is amazing at them.
“Whatever Demi.”
He slowly started to gather his cell and other belongings. He cleaned up his part of the living room, not leaving a single thing left on the floor. Once he was pleased with his work he slowly walked to the door, while checking the mirror to make sure he looked at least decent. “Where are you going?” Not that I wanted him to stay.
“I don’t want Daniel to know I spent the night. He is going to find some reason to get mad at me for it. That’s just how your brother is.” He was still looking in the mirror checking his face and rubbing his eyes.
“I know” laughing a little. “Now Please leave, I am kind tired of you, being here, all the time.” He finished fixing his dark shaggy hair before heading towards the door. He grabbed the doorknob but, suddenly stopped. He turned towards me with a questionable expression on his face.
“Hey do you want to hang out today? I mean, since tonight is the party. We might as well get used to each others presence.” Why would I want to hang out with him? Why would he want to hang out with me? We never talk. This is one of the longest conversations between us since my 13 birthday. I slowly opened my mouth to answer with, of course, a ‘NO’, but he stopped me. “I mean like…just go for a walk or something around the neighborhood.”
“A walk, that’s it.” I was questioning myself. Why would I go on a walk with him? That is something old married couples do with their grandchildren or something like that. This is so strange. It as if his whole mindset changed from HATE DEMI to actually be on speaking terms with Demi. I still, without a doubt hated him, ever since the golf ball incident.
“Ok, I’ll be back in an hour. Get dressed.” He slowly walked out of the door and out onto the side walk.
Chapter 5:
I regained myself as I walked into the kitchen and started to pour myself a cup of coffee. The cold tiled floor felt like ice hitting the bottom of my feet as I sipped my coffee. Coffee is my morning ritual. It is a wonderful feeling when you get up and just sit there, enjoying the aroma and flavor of it.
I slowly walked upstairs, trying to figure out what I was going to wear tonight for the party. I am guessing a dress. I went to my closet and picked out the perfect black dress with black pumps. Then, I picked out my outfit for today. I choose dark jeans with an empire waist shirt. I slowly made my way to take a shower and then off to hair and make-up. I have long dark curly hair that reaches down to my lower back and deep hazel eyes that change with the colors of my close. I applied my makeup and got dressed. I wasn’t trying to impress Joe, not at all. I always try to look my best. It is how I was raised. It had been about an hour since he left so I assumed he would be here soon, but knowing Joe he wouldn’t show up. Dan had already left for the ‘gig’ he was playing in and my parents were always out doing stuff. We were a close knit family, but lately we rarely ever saw each other. I was completely alone.
After about fifteen more minutes of complete silence I heard a slight knock on the front door. I walked toward its opening it to see Joe standing there with a hat and sunglasses on. Oohh he is cool. I slowly walked towards the side walk looking back to see Joe following behind. We were silent.
“Sooo…twenty questions?” Twenty questions was my favorite game. It was fun and educational. You learn a lot about someone.
I replied with a bit of a crack in my voice. “That’s my favorite game.”
“I know” I was shocked by that answer. Joe knows nothing about me. We never talk. “Ok I’ll go first. What is the one thing you secretly want to do but have never told anyone?”
“Umm…I have always wanted to go to a spice girls concert.” I replied making Joe and myself laugh a little. We were getting along. This is not normal. “My turn, Um, how many times have you taken a walk around this neighborhood?”
“Twice, once when you and I were about 11 and 12. You wanted to walk and Dan wouldn’t take you.”
“Joe Jonas actually doing something sweet? That’s a shocker” I said sarcastically. I didn’t remember that time which is strange because I usually remember everything.
“Ok…How about…Why don’t you ever date anyone?” This question kind of hurt me a little. It wasn’t that I was a total freak or anything but I really have never dated anyone. I have never even had my first kiss either.
I thought for a minute trying to come up with my answer. “Because, I have never had a guy worth my time.” It was silent, as if we were taking the fresh air in and letting the awkwardness out. We continued walking until I spoke up again.
“What is one thing that you have wanted to do, that you are too scared to do?”
Did anyone try to hard, well I guess I did
I guess I did alright.
We were cut off by the sound of my cell phone ringing through my jean pocket. I came to a stop and pulled my phone out I opened it to find a new text message.
I looked up to meet Joe’s eyes. “It’s my mom. She said I have to get home and clean my room if I want to take you to that stupid party.”
“Ok, Well I see you tonight then. I’ll come to your house around 7ish. cool?”
“Cool.” I replied as I slowly made my way back to my house. I am actually getting along with him. What is this world coming to? Joe and I have been completely horrible to each other and then one day he comes back and we are ‘hanging out’. It’s as if he has changed or something. Maybe?
Mkk..So I am not to happy with these two chapters. But, I guess it is up to yall to decide if you like it or not. You can be completely honest. COMMENTS!!!!!!!!
