Chapter 7

We got back to Ruthanne's sometime around 3:00. I told her that I needed to get my stuff together and go home, so she drove me back to my place. Really I just want to sleep the days away--dreaming of Sidney--until Tuesday. Just 2 more days.
My parents don't work weekends, so I usually try to be away as much as possible. They're all about spending time together before I move out and go to college. I'm all about avoiding them. For some reason, the past few years I just feel like I don't really need them. Of course I love them, but I can take care of myself.
It's the last week of my senior year and surprisingly, I don't care. I'm not concerned that none of my friends and I will stay in touch. Ruthanne and I will, definitely, and the rest don't plan on moving out of Pittsburgh, so I'm not worried about friends or anything else for that matter.
My parents greet me as I walk in the door. I say hello back, then complain that I'm tired and run up the stairs. In my room, I put my new clothes away and plop down on my bed. "Ugh." I sigh, feeling extremely alone now.

I wake up to my ringtone: Dear Maria Count Me In... I really don't care what the song's about. It's catchy, I like it. I open it up without looking at the caller ID. "hello?" I say sleepily just now glancing at the clock. 5:30, wow. A long nap for me.
"Hey," I hear Sidney's voice on the other end.
"Hey," I'm suddenly awake, happy to hear his voice. "What's up?" I ask.
"Nothing much. I'm home at Mario's." He says.
"oh." I say, "I was just taking a nap." I tell him.
"Did I wake you up?" He asks, concerned.
"yes." I say, trying to sound grumpy and hoping that he won't take me seriously.
"Was it a good nap?" He asks jokingly.
"yes. yes it was." I tell him. "So what are you doing tonight?" I ask, curious to see what an NHL player might have on the agenda.
"Nothing. I finally get a break from the guys," he laughs, "Max ran out of Coke." I laugh too.
"how much did he have?" I ask, still giggling.
"A LOT." Sidney replies. We laugh again. We seem to laugh a lot together. I wonder about this for a moment and just decide that it's a good thing.
We talk like this--randomly and not really about anything-- for the next half hour before my mother calls me down for dinner. I say goodbye kind of sadly but go downstairs to eat.
My mother is serving my favorite tonight. Tacos. Only the best food ever known to man. My family eats in silence tonight. My parents usually drill me with questions about my day, but they're more laid back tonight. I try to start a conversation several times, asking them about their day. They don't say much so I give up and go back to eating my tacos. Yum.
I go back upstairs to my room after dinner. I watch the movie Taken, before going to bed. I'll just say that my dreams of going to France were a little bit broken after that movie. I don't know if I want to go now. I dream about being kidnapped. And I make a vow to myself that I won't watch movies like that before I go to bed ever again.


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I'm gonna be gone for like 2 weeks on vacation.
idk how much I'll be able to post while I'm gone.
<3 <3 <3 ---- Caitlin