A Story written by Kevin_88…
So son, who’s the girl you were fooling around with?”
I really did not want to have this conversation, but I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone until he got everything out of me he wanted to know. “You don’t know her, one of the girls from the neighborhood,” I said as I fumbled through my wallet (I sometimes do that when I’m nervous).
“Well does this girl have a name?”
I didn’t know what to tell him, I certainly wasn’t gonna tell him the truth; I was really backed into a corner. Then I found it, a way out. Tucked behind some cash was Stephanie’s phone number from when she gave it to me at the store.
“Stephanie, a girl I’ve known for a while.”
“How long has this been going on? Do you care about this “Stephanie” or was it a one time thing?”
When he said that an image of Rita popped into my head. I started to get upset again when I remembered what she said about me. How could she say those things about me? How could she…wait a minute. What did she say? I don’t remember her saying anything, Ashley was the one talking! What if she never said that stuff about me? God I felt like an idiot. Who knows how hurt she must have felt when I ignored her, like I didn’t care about her. All of a sudden I couldn’t help but feel like an asshole for the way I acted towards her. I came out of thought and remembered dad had asked me a question.
“A little over a week now, and I definitely care about her, why do you ask?”
“Because you took a chance yesterday, if you mom had walked in on you, she might not have been so understanding, she would have grounded you for life, a steep price for a girl you don’t care about.”
If only he knew what mom would really do. I sat there for a while thinking, about what dad just said and what mom said earlier. Then all of a sudden I had an epiphany, I was acting like a baby. I completely shut Rita out without giving her a chance to explain, and worst of all I made her cry. How could I do that to her? I had to apologize.
“What you thinking about son?”
“Her” was all I said, letting him think I was talking about Stephanie. In actuality I was thinking about Rita, and what she was doing right now.
He chuckled as he looked over at me, “you want me to drop you off at her house?”
“Not right now, I have to go home first, there’s something I have to do, and it can’t wait.”
He nodded as he patted my shoulder and glued his eyes back to the road. A few minutes later we were back at the house. We drove and parked in the backyard since it would be easier to load the stuff from the kitchen. I saw that our car was still there, so I scurried into the house and went straight to Rita’s room, she wasn’t there. I then checked mom and dads room, the living room, dining room, kitchen, basement, all the bathrooms and the backyard again, nothing, just mom watching TV on the couch. “It’s my own fault she’s gone” I thought as I sulked back to my room, wondering where she could be. I opened my door, and to my surprise, there she was lying on my bed holding a picture of me and crying, I had to fix this.
I was so relieved she didn’t leave; I wanted to get this stupid fight behind us. When she noticed I was there she sat up and wiped the tears from her face.
“Randy please, we have to talk about what happened.”
“I know” I said as I shut the door and sat next to her on the bed.
“I never said any of that bad stuff about you, Ashley twisted my words. I did say I don’t have a social life because I’m with you all the time, but I also said that I didn’t need one because I’d rather be with you anyway. I don’t know how she found out about your date, but it wasn’t from me I swear! I don’t know why I didn’t say anything when she was putting you down, it was all happening so fast and I… I’m so sorry Randy please forgive me!”
“I’m the one who should be sorry. I shut you out without giving you a chance to explain, and I made you cry. I’m sorry for that. I never should have believed anything Ashley said, but when you didn’t deny anything… I didn’t know what to think. I’m so sorry I hurt you,” I said as I took her hand in mine.
She pulled me into a hug and started to cry again, when she let go she planted a bunch of little kisses then one long kiss on my lips, I could taste her tears as they settled on our lips and into my mouth, for the first time in two days, they were tears of joy.
“I love you Randy, I love you so much, lets not ever fight again,” she said as she broke the kiss.
“I love you too, believe me, I don’t ever wanna hurt you again. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
We lay there in the bed just holding each other and looking at each other, until a while later when there was a knock on the door. We turned on our backs to appear as if we were just looking at the ceiling, when mom poked her head in the room.
“Ok you two dinner time,” she said as she looked at us and smiled, as if knowing we already made up. We kissed again and held hands all the way downstairs.
Dinner tonight was much more talkative than last night. Everyone was relaxed and Rita and I were back to normal, well almost.
Dad looked at us and smiled, “I see you two are talking again, everything ok now?”
“Yea it was a misunderstanding with one of Rita’s friends,” I replied.
“Ex-friend, I don’t need a person like that around me,” Rita quickly said.
“I’m glad you two are looking out for each other, most brothers and sisters would be at each others throats!”
Poor dad, he still doesn’t have a clue. “Oh yeah, before I forget, were leaving for the cabin at 9:00am tomorrow, so you better be up and ready to go,” dad added.
The rest of dinner was us making jokes and small talk. We finished dinner and cleaned up as usual, and then I asked Rita if she wanted to go for ice cream, she agreed and went to put on some outdoor clothes and grab our phones. Mom and dad told us not to be out too late (it just turned 9:00) so we could get our sleep, we nodded in understanding and headed out the door.
While she was driving I cut my phone back on, 15 missed calls, 11 texts, and 3 voicemails. I erased everything to be rid of that stupid fight once and for all, and didn’t listen to or read anything. Even though we were ok again, there was still a little awkwardness that happens after an argument, so we just made small talk all the way to the Dairy Queen. When we got there I got a fudge sundae and she got the banana split again. We sat outside since the weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, and watched traffic go by.
“You get the banana split every time, you need a little variety,” I joked.
“It’s good and there’s a lot of it, why ruin a good thing, plus I never know what else to try.”
“With all that food we bought for the trip tomorrow we’ll have brand new appetites.”
“I can’t wait till we get to the cabin tomorrow, I bet it’s huge!”
“Judging by the way it looked on that paper it is, plus I wanna try out all the stuff thats there.”
“It’s gonna be weird being out in the woods, what if a bear comes or somebody tries to mess with us?”
“You watch way too many movies!” I laughed.
We talked about little stuff until we finished our ice cream, and then got up to throw our trash away. As we were walking to the outside trash can someone pushed me from behind and I tripped into the rail that went around the front entrance.
“Remember me punk?” I heard someone say as I got up. I recognized that voice. I turn around to see the same asshole from Subway a few days ago.
“What you got to say now you little punk,” he said holding his arms out.
I’m not one to fight unless I’m provoked, and he was really pushing my buttons, but I didn’t want to do anything since Rita was there, so I told him off and started to leave.
“Yea that’s what I thought! Why don’t you leave this chump and come hang with a real man,” he said as he slapped Rita’s Buttocks.
When she turned around to confront him he grabbed her tit and she slapped him.
To Be Continued…