When I woke up around noon, I couldn't remember dreaming about anything. Not like it mattered, because it was probably guilt of ditching Phil, anyways.
I laid in bed for a couple minutes, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my night yesterday. I shut my eyes, and smiling, began to hum the song 'Hands Down' to myself. I was interupted by Ozzy licking my hand to wake up.
I leaned over, and pet him for the longest time until I finally kicked my sheets off, and got up.
I immediatly opened my door to let Ozzy out, and followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. I fed him, and grabbed a glass of orange juice. The couch called to me, so I sat myself down there, and turned the TV on. Flipping through the channels, a Spanish show caught my eye. Spanish music was playing soulfully, and two people were kissing. I thought of Adam and me. We looked nothing like the TV show, but it was lovley like that.
I watched the show for a while, then I got annoyed by not being able to understand the conflict. So I turned it off and cuddled up to myself in my hoodie. Nobody was home, and they hadn't left a note or anything. I thought nothing of it.
This was the official first week of summer. Out of school, and I was suppose to be happy, and hanging out with friends. But I wasb't happy for some reason. I felt guilty about Phil. Maybe I should call him...
So, grabbing the phone, I dialed his number. Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...someone picked up.
"What?" It was Phil.
"Hey."
"What? I'm kinda busy, what do you want?"
"I just want to say sorry."
"Cool. Bye."
He hung up on me. I guess I deserved it, but what was he so busy with? I wanted to know.
I went upstairs and changed, and then went out the front door to go to his house.
Before I got to his driveway, I saw him playing his guitar slowly, and humming a song. He looked up. I waved.
He stood, and put his guitar down.
"I guess it wouldn't make sense to go inside." He said.
I looked away.
"No. But it would make sense to say I'm sorry, and you accept it. I treated you like...crap last night. I'm really sorry."
He shook his head.
"It's okay. I know you wanted to be with Adam. I was fine with being by myself to think one night. I needed it."
"Good." I smiled again.
"Do you..wanna do something today? The carnival just opened." He asked. I could tell he thought of this as a date.
"Sure, Phil. Let me go take a shower, and get ready first. I'll meet you out here at...three?"
He smiled.
"Sure! I'll see ya."