One More Minute With Him

Sitting in class, looking at him, thinking how life would be if we still talked. It’s been three years and if I didn’t start talking to him again then it would be too late and we would be worlds apart. College was less than five months always and I didn’t want to leave before we were talking again. He looked back at me and waved a note to me. He sat over one and up two.  “Hey Mike give this to her for me please.”                      He smiled and handed me the note. Mr. Way walked past just in time to grab the note ripping it up on the spot; then went on with his speech. He didn’t read it like he did last year. He would walk up to the front of the class and read it out loud.                     Once, one was  about how Jeremy Jones and Nick Tele where talk about what they were going to do that night at his house. At first it just sounded like two guys hanging out, but after a few minutes Mr. Way read something that no one needed or should of known and well let’s just say Jeremy and Nick can walk through the halls holding hands and no one looks at them funny. I mean at first we did but now it old and no one care not even the teachers. Well to much that is. School was over and I wanted to go to the bookstore and get some for the paper that was due in two months.                      I walked to my locker and got my homework for the night.  Once in the front of the school to see if Matt and Natalie where going into town. William J Palmer High had a streetlight at the front of the school which help us out in a good way. I couldn’t find Natalie so I walked to the light. Looking up I saw them. In his jeep. They stopped at the light. He smiled but she glared at me. I waved before crossing the road.  I walk through town to the bookstore and looked around for a bit. By the time I looked at my phone it was five. I grabbed my books and went to pay. “Thank you, sir.” I said as he handed me my bags.  “Have a good day ma'am. “ “You to sir.”              Walking throw town wouldnt be bad if it was still day time but the sun was setting and it was getting darker by the minute. And I lived a few miles out of town. And I loved walking. Mom was out of town so she had one car and then my dad need his car for work. So that left me walking or getting a ride from Kaylee until my car was fixed.              Another fifteen minutes past and a car past me. About a half a mile it slow down to a stop.  As I got closer I found that it was his. I walked past and didn’t even bother to look back. Headlights turned off and then the car.  “Hey!” he called out.  I kept walking.  “Hey do you need a ride home?” He got out of the car and ran up to me.  “No I’m good.” I didn’t stop. “Common it like five miles to your house.”  I stop where I stood looking back at him. I lifted my bag higher on my shoulder.  I started walking but then stop again.  I thought about it as he looked at me. If I was to get a ride with him then we could talk. Talk about things that have gone on over the years. I took a step then stop and then walked to his jeep.  “Is that a yes?”  “It’s a fine.” “Hey a fine is good for me.” He put his hands up, like I was a cop. I just smiled.  I walked past him and he smiled at me. I went to the door and before I could open it he was opening it for me.  “Thank you.” Once in the driver seat he turned to me.  “So where’s your car and why aren’t you driving it?” “It’s in the shop and I’m not driving it because it’s in the shop.”  “You know you’re still funny like I remember.”  “And shouldn’t we keep it that way?” I was being hateful. But why? Was this what I wanted was to talk to him again. “Why would we?” I didn’t answer the question.  He put the car into drive. Ten minutes past without a word.   Again ten minutes went by and he pulled on to the ride that goes right up to my house.   He killed the car and then looked at me.   I opened the door and had one foot on the ground when he put his hand over mine.  “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around.”  I looked up at him and then back at his hand on mine and back at him.   “It’s okay.”  I was out of the jeep by then. I walked up the porch and looked back at Brandon. He turned the jeep back on and pulled out. I unlocked the door and stepped inside the door. The air was different inside than outside. It cooler outside and felt better.  “Dad, I’m home." The house was quiet.  "Are you home?” I called out again.   I walked into the kitchen to found and note on the table.  i HOPE THAT YOU ENYOY THE START TO THIS.