Once Sunday comes around, I can't help but feel excited that Pete's coming over. However, its nothing more than the fact that my day won't be boring, as it usually is.
Nothing more.
Before Pete comes over, I clean my room by shoving things under my bed and in my closet. I don't feel like actually cleaning it.
Once satisfied, I figure out what to wear. I settle on a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue striped shirt.
Realizing that I never asked my mom if Pete could come over, i trot down the stairs and into the living room. She's sprawled on the couch, watching tv.
"Hey, mom?" I ask timidly.
She paused the tv and looks at me expectantly.
"Could Pete come over today?"
She raises her eyebrows. "I never got to ask why he was over the other day. You guys are friends again?"
I nod, and add, "We're paired together for a scene in drama, and all rehearsal time is out of class."
She smiles. "Well, I'm glad. Pete was always such a gentleman. He can come over any time, honey."
I say a quick thank you and run back upstairs and to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, i realize that my hair is a big, lifeless flop.
I grab some hair gel and run some of it through my hair. Much better.
Right then, I hear a knock on the door. I run downstairs to see my mom had opened the door for Pete. They were having some small talk. I smile at them, then motion for Pete to follow me upstairs.
"Actually," he says to me, "I was wondering if we could go to the park instead? It's a beautiful day."
"Yeah sure. Let's go," I tell him. We walk out the door together and I wave my mother goodbye.
"Sorry about my mom." I say to Pete on our way. "She can be annoying."
"No, it's okay," He reassures me, "I love talking with your mom. I'm all good."
"Okay."
"So how has your mom been doing, you know.. since the other day?" Pete asks.
"I'm not sure," I respond, "I haven't talked to her much between her being glued to texting Travis and me being out of the house."
"Who's Travis?"
I tense up. I can tell Pete noticed.
Oh shit. I really don't feel like talking about Travis right now. Pete shouldn't know.
"Nobody important." I attempt to backpedal, "So, how have you been?"
"That was a subtle subject change," Pete says, "Who's Travis?"
He saw right through me, didn't he?
"Nobody." I affirm.
He puts his hands up in defense. "Fair enough. And to answer your question, I've been okay. A little irritated lately since I have a couple relatives living with us."
"Why's that?" I ask, letting out a deep breath since he isn't grilling me to find out who Travis is.
"Well, my grandpa and grandpa just sold their house for extra money, but they haven't bought a new house to live in yet. So they're staying with us for a few weeks until their purchase comes through on their new house."
"That sucks." I say, and knowing that Pete's house only has one bathroom, I ask, "So how's sharing a bathroom with your grandparents?"
He chuckles. "Not that bad. Well, not if you count the fact that they shower together. I hear all their conversations."
"What do they talk about?"
"Oh, you know, the really interesting stuff, gas prices, the new Prius, things like that."
I laugh. So does he. We walk in comfortable silence until we arrive at the park.
"Where do you want to go?" He asks.
"Let's sit over on that bench," I point to a secluded green bench set in the shade of a tree.
"Perfect." He says.
We rest on the bench and begin talking. Nothing specific, just about random things. School, home, the weather, people, anything.
Several times, I'll be looking down, fiddling with my hands while talking. It seems as if Pete doesn't think i notice, but I see him looking at me from the corner of my eye. He's very obviously staring at me because I'll look up at him to make eye contact as we talk, and he quickly looks down as if he were like that the entire time.
It's kinda cute. I don't say anything about it.
Some time passes, and I realize that we haven't been rehearsing the entire time. I pull my phone out to look at the time.
"Oh shit," I murmur when I see that it's been two hours since we arrived at the park.
Pete looks at me curiously and I show him the phone screen.
He laughs when he sees that it's 4:15. "We should probably start a read through," he suggests. I nod and reach in my pocket to pull out a script.
Shit.
"So it seems that I forgot my script," I tell Pete guiltily. "Do you have yours?"
"I didn't even bring it, I thought you would have yours!" Pete laughs.
"We should probably go back to my house to get my script," I say, smiling.
I can't believe we were so captivated by talking that we lost two hours and forgot our scripts...
I shake my head. How could we be so dumb?
We walk back to my house together and climb up the stairs to my room.
Once again, I can feel Pete looking at me as I dig out my script from my backpack. When I turn around Pete's face is flushed; He asks if we can stay in here to read through the script.
I nod, slightly confused as to why he's blushing.
We sit on the bed, shoulder to shoulder as we study the script.
"Have you practiced at all since Friday?" Pete asks me.
"Yeah, not that much though. Maybe an hour at most," I tell him honestly. "You?"
"About three hours," he says casually.
"Woah. That's some dedication right there. I feel so underprepared."
Pete blushes even more at my comment. "Thanks, I don't have much to do at home so this was the most entertaining thing I could think of doing."
"Understandable," I say.
We begin the read through, which goes very well.
I never realized how great Pete's acting skills are. He says each line with purpose, meaning, and it seems as if he means it wholeheartedly.
I, on the other hand, am not doing as great, but I try my best. I curse myself for not practicing as long as Pete.
"'Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.'" I recite. By now, we're just a few lines away from the kiss. I assume that we'll just take a momentarily pause and continue where we left off.
Pete replies, "'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.'"
"'Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.'"
Pete says the last line before our "kiss" softy: "'Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.'"
Pete takes a long pause. Longer than I thought it would be. I stare at the paper, waiting for him to continue his line.
Maybe he forgot to read his next line.
I open my mouth to suggest that he should continue- and suddenly, I feel his lips pressed against mine.
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