Broken Pieces

Chapter 9

I kiss Emilee’s forehead. 

“Ew, Seth,” Emilee whines. I laugh and pull her out of my hug. “Thanks so much for watching Lily.” Emilee shrugs. “It’s no big deal, really.” I nod then grab my keys off the kitchen countertop. 

“Seth!” My mom yells, I sigh but turn around to find my mom staring at me with eyebrows up. “What time are you going to be home?” She flips. “8, 8:05 the latest.” My mom nods. “Have fun.” I nod then walk out of my house with Emilee trailing slowly behind me. 

I knock on Lacey’s front door and wait impatiently for her to open the door. Finally, she opens the door and I take her in. She was wearing a long sleeved plain grey shirt that clung to her wonderful body, black skinny jeans, black and white converse shoes, her hair was up in a loose ponytail, and she looked beautiful. 

“Hi,” she greets, her attention then snaps to Emilee. “Do you want a tour of the house before we leave?” She questions as Emilee was going to babysit Lily at Lacey’s house tonight. 

“No it’s fine. I’ll end up finding anything. Is there anything I need to know?” 

“I bought a large cheese pizza for you two and do you mind brushing her teeth and putting her PJ's on by 7? If you have trouble finding anything, she knows where everything is.” 

“Sounds good.” Emilee smiles. 

“Thanks so much.” 

“Its no problem, really. Now you two must be going,” Emilee ushers and I chuckle. Lacey nods and then Emilee heads in, shuts the front door, and we head to my car. 

For the date I was thinking about playing some mini golf. I figured it’s kind of a perfect second date because we aren’t interacting with other people, it’s fun, and it’s a perfect way to get to know each other.  Then we could hit the small food court they have and eat the food on the hood of my car. It was away from people and we could eat in peace. Of course I had help from Shay but I came up with most of it. I needed some girl advice. 

“Does mini golf sound good?” I ask as I quickly look over at Lacey as I stop at a stop sign. She nods and starts fiddling with her fingers. “We can do something different if you like?” 

“It’s fine.” I turn down the radio a little. “You’re doing it again.” 

“What?” Lacey asks. 

“Being silent.” 

“I thought I was always silent.” 

“You are and I hate it,” I say when I take a left. 

“I like being quiet.” 

I glance at Lacey to find her eying me. This is the stuff I want to get out of Lacey, I want to find out why she likes being quiet, why she doesn’t like talking to people, and just everything. I hate how she never tells me anything.