I sat there on the couch for what seemed like forever. It was probably more like twenty minutes, because my mom woke up shortly after and asked me why I was just sitting there on a Saturday morning, staring blankly out the window at the rain like a dead fish, because really, rain was not that interesting, and appearing to be a dead fish was not all that flattering.
I sighed. "Yeah, mom," I replied, turning around a little to look at her. "You're right. It's not that interesting or flattering."
She gave me an odd look and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Well, breakfast is in about fifteen minutes, if you're up for French toast." She left for the kitchen and I resumed looking out the window.
God. Was Zack confusing or what?
Let's do a quick recap. First he ignored me for about a month,
