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Scars And A Daisy - Chapter Twenty Two

Brookie and Jeremy spend the day together.
"Brookie."
I hate waking up.
"Brookie." The voice calling my name is muffled.
"Brookie." The voice is suddenly clearer.
"Brookie." I groan and move to roll over, but find that I'm squished up between the wall and Jeremy.

"What?" I grumble, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. When I open my eyes, Jeremy is sleepily staring at me.

"Your phone keeps ringing." He says. I wish I’d left it on silent but I didn’t want to have my phone off if something important happened and someone needed to get a hold of me.
I groan loudly. "If it's Andrew will you help me kill him?" His sudden, loud, laughter pulls me from wanting to sleep. "Where is it?" I ask.

"Where's what?" He sounds confused
"My phone."
"Oh. Right." He rolls over onto his other side, making a loud, groaning, almost squealing noise as he moves. "It's so far away." He's flailing his arms out, reaching towards my phone.

I laugh and sit up. "Fine, lazy bones." I say. I climb over him and off the bed. I pick up my phone and sit on the edge of the bed. Jeremy sits up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me further onto the bed. I check my missed calls and sigh. They’re from mom.

"Who is it?" Jeremy asks.
"My mom." I tell him, shifting so I can face him. His arms stay wrapped around my waist and once I’ve readjusted myself, he drops his head onto my lap.
"Do you have to go home?" He asks.
I shrug. "I don’t know. I hope not. I really want to go disc golfing."

My phone rings again, as I’m holding it and I hesitate for a second before answering it, hoping that she won’t make me come home.
"Brookie!" She squeals into the phone, shocking me, again, with her behavior. "Chris is here with his fiancee!"
My mouth drops open. "Oh my gosh, really?" Part of me had assumed he’d forgotten his promise to come back.

"Yes! We’re going to have dinner out tonight with the two of them, so I need you to come home for that."
"What time?" I ask. "I have plans to do something around two today."
"Oh. Well, I’m going to make the reservations for seven or so, so be home around six, okay?"

"Hang on." I tell her, and moving the phone from my cheek, I glance down at Jeremy. "Will we be done discing by six?" He nods and I turn back to the phone. "Yeah, six is fine."
"Wonderful!" She chirps.
"Okay, I’ll see you then!" I say.
"Good. Oh, and Brookie, why don’t you bring a friend? Maybe Andrew?"
"Maybe." I forgot that I hadn’t told her about the fight Andrew and I had.
"Alright. I’ll see you around six then, dear." She hangs up and I drop my phone onto the bed.

Jeremy doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s curious. "It was my mom, again." I say. "Chris is home, with his fiancee so I have a family dinner thing tonight."
"Chris is the one Cam and I met at that cafe, right?"
"Yeah." I run my fingers through his hair. It’s not quite long but it’s not as short as it was when we first met. I decide that I like this length. He turns his head so he can look up at me, and he’s not quite smiling, but not quite frowning - he looks peaceful. I smile and then bite my bottom lip nervously as I contemplate whether or not to ask him.

"Are you okay?" He asks after a minute of silence.
"Yeah." I say, smiling briefly. "Um, are you doing anything tonight?"
He shakes his head. "No, just disc golfing this afternoon, with you."
"Do you want to go to dinner with me and my family tonight? Mom told me to bring a friend, but I don’t really have any right now…" I trail off, already regretting asking him.
"Because of the Andrew thing?" He asks and I nod. "So it’s just you and Chris and your parents?"

I nod again. "Yeah, and his fiancee. Charlotte."
He chews on the inside of his lip for a minute. "Dinner is at six?"
"Seven." I say. "I have to be home by six to get ready."
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Okay, I’ll go with you. If you still want me to."
I grin. "Yeah. I still want you to go."
"Great." He says, and then, with an almost worried look, he asks, "Am I going to have to dress up?"
I grin. "Not completely, but a little bit."

He raises an eyebrow. "Not completely, but a little bit." He repeats my words slowly, and then looks up at me, clearly confused. "I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean."

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"We should go get ice-cream after this." I say, wiping my forehead as we walk towards the last round.

Jeremy nods his head in agreement, taking a sip from his water bottle. The others are already done with their rounds. We had an even number, so instead of playing all together like last time, we split up into pairs to play each round. Jeremy and I are the last pair.

I grip my disc and step up to the platform. I aim my disc and fling it as hard as I can towards the metal disc cage that I can barely see from the platform.

"Good throw." Jeremy says, switching places with me to throw his. Instead of staying still, like I do, he takes a running start, does this little hop and throws his disc with an insane amount of force, causing his disc to land much farther than mine. All he needs to do now is use his putter disc to get it in. We step off to find our discs and throw from where they are now. It takes me four more throws to get my disc in, where it only took him three throws total.

He tallies up the scores and when I ask to see, he shows me. "So, I did terrible, again." I say with a sigh, even though I already knew it. At nearly every cage I was way over par, whereas he hit every round with par, one over or even one under.

He chuckles. "You’ll get better if you keep working on it."
I sigh. "I hope so."

We go back inside the building and I put back the discs I rented. Jeremy packs his into his bag and shoulders it, waiting by the door for me. The other guys have left already, since we drove in separate cars. I unlock the doors to mine and Jeremy hops into the passenger seat. "So, I’d suggest ice cream, but it’s nearly five." He says.

"Are there even any ice cream places open this early in the year?"
He looks confused for a second and then realization crosses his face. "Oh, right. It’s only April. It feels like the end of June, early July."
I nod in agreement. "It’s oddly hot for an April day." I say, turning on the air conditioning in the car.

He taps his fingers against his knee to the beat of the music that’s playing quietly. "There’s a place in Windham that has ice cream year round."
I turn out of the parking lot, heading back to the blue house. "Is it any good?"
He nods. "Yeah, we used to go there when I was a kid."
"I’d say we should go now, but I don’t want to be late for the dinner."
He nods again. "Right. And you still have to help me figure out what clothes are appropriate."

I grin. I’d spent ten minutes earlier trying to explain what I meant by being sort of dressy, but he hadn’t quite understood it for some reason. Either that or he just didn’t want to dress up at all and was hoping that by not understanding he could get out of it.

When we pull up to the blue house, I follow him up to his room to help him get ready. I dig through his closet, and find a pair of nice jeans and a blue button up shirt. "Can I convince you to wear these?"

He takes them and with a small sigh nods his head. "I guess that won’t be too bad."
"Okay. I’ll leave you to shower then. I’m going to run home so I can shower and get ready, and I’ll come back and pick you up around six thirty, okay?"
He nods and takes the clothes from me. "I’ll see you around six thirty then."
I smile and pick up my keys from the top of his bureau. "Okay."

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I blast both the air conditioning and the music in my car on the drive home. I head straight for the shower, turning the water as warm as I can stand it to be on such a hot day. I shower as quickly as I can, washing my hair, shaving my legs, scrubbing my sweaty body with my favorite exfoliating body wash. I’m out in record time. I make my way to my room, wrapped up in a fuzzy towel, mentally going through my closet, trying to figure out what to wear.

I automatically rule out anything blue. Matching with Jeremy would be awkward. I blow dry my hair first, and after running some anti-frizz product through it, I decide to straighten it. It takes less time than curling and I don’t do it often.

With my hair finally done, I rummage through my clothes, grumbling to myself for nearly ten minutes before I find two dresses to choose between.

I’m standing in a tank top and shorts that I threw on before doing my hair, trying to figure out what dress I like better when my phone rings. It’s Jeremy and I grin, feeling incredibly happy.

"So," he says, once I answer, "The shirt you picked is a bit small, I think my mom bought it for me when I was twelve."
I laugh. "And you still have it because?"
I can picture him shrugging as he answers. "I don’t know. I guess I forgot that I had it. Anyway, I have one that’s the same color blue but has really thin up and down stripes on it. You can’t really see them much, you think that one will be okay?"

The fact that he’s actually worrying if he’ll be dressed alright makes my heart melt a bit. It’s sweet how much effort he’s putting into this dinner for me. "It’ll be more than okay, Jer." I say.
"Alright. What are you going to be wearing?" He asks.

"I don’t know yet." I say, shrugging even though I know he can’t see me. "I’m stuck between this one dress that has a white top and flowery skirt, but it’s a one piece outfit and there’s this just plain white dress, but it has a cute lace overlay and it has a braided belt with it." I sigh, staring at the dresses.

"Wait, dresses have skirts? I thought those were two different things."
I laugh. "Skirts and dresses are two different things, but dresses do have skirts."
He’s silent for a second. "That makes no sense." He finally says and I laugh again.
"I’ll show you what I mean sometime."
"You should wear the one that has flowers on it." Jeremy says.

I hold it up. "You think so?"
"Considering you chose my clothes, I should get a say in yours."
I laugh again. "Yeah, but I could actually see yours. You’re just hearing a description of mine."

"You’re right. I could decide better if I could see you in them, but I’m also an excellent listener, and the flower one just sounds prettier to my ears. Besides you said something about the other one having a lace lay braid thing and that just sounds weird."

I smile and roll my eyes. "It’s a lace overlay and a braided belt, but okay. I’ll wear the floral one."
"Good." He says and I can hear the grin in his voice.
"I’ll just get dressed and be over to pick you up then." I tell him. After hanging up, I get dressed and re-apply my makeup. I’m nervous about having Jeremy meet my parents. I hope they don’t disapprove of him.

I strap on my favorite pair of wedges, slip on some jewelry, then grab my keys, skipping down to the living room where I find mom.
"I’m going to pick up my friend." I tell her. "I’m not bring Andrew because he’s being a jerk and Anna was busy."
"Who are you taking?" She asks.
"His name is Jeremy, we work together. He’s really sweet." I say.
She smiles. "Okay, I can’t wait to meet him." After reminding me where the restaurant is and what time I have to be there, she finally lets me out of the house.

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Published: 7/31/2014
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