The
Love
&
Life
of
Ashlee Cardoso♥
2 ~ dating,
the "blind"
way
"Is Tim Horton's good for
breakfast?" My Dad called from the kitchen.
"Sure. Small Hot Chocolate and a chocolate dougnut,
please." I shouted back.
I flipped through my newest issue of Seventeen
absentmindedly. It was a Saturday morning, just past
11, and the first thing on my mind when I woke up was
Cedrick. I mean, really? So, he was cute. I needed for than
that. But I guess my heart had enough. Just then, I heard
my phone ring. Marry You by Bruno Mars
blasted through my iPhone, the one that took me two years
worth of saving up to afford.
I checked the caller ID.
Brandie.
"Hi Brandie." I said quietly, wondering what she
wanted.
"You, Ashlee, are going on a double date with me,
today." she whispered, giggleing.
I was scared to answer. "Uh, hold on Brandie..."
I quickly said, covering the speaker.
"Dad?" I called.
No answer.
"Okay, my Dad's on a Timmy's run and I need to
ask you something. Why? When? Who?!" I screamed.
"Look, all I need you to do is find a dress and be at
my house by 5:30. I'll explain the rest there. Gotta
go!"
"Wait! Ugh."
The line went dead. I was freaking out. First of all, I
didn't know who was going to be there, and I didn't
even know if I was allowed to date. A nauseous feeling
pounded my stomach. God, I really hated Brandie sometimes.
I heard the door open.
"Dad?" I called. "You home?"
"Yup, and I got Timmy's!" he smiled, his
Portuguese face smiling bright.
He smiled like he did when Mom was alive. That bright,
cheery, morning smile. God, how I missed that. Maybe he was
happy enough for a conversation. About dating.
He walked past me in the foyer, straight into the kitchen;
stainless steel appliances, dark
java cabinets and granite countertops passed me
by as I sat at the island in my kitchen, right with the sun
warming me gently.
"Here, " my Dad slammed down the cup and
brown bag in front of me. " is your meal."
I smiled lightly. "Thanks, Dad."
He sat down, and looked up at me with his dark brown
eyes.
"...So, Dad. What's on your mind?" I asked,
cautiously.
"Well, I was gonna ask you the same thing." He
chuckled.
"Oh. I mean... Dad, when did you uh start, you know...
dating?" I blushed, and immediatley took a scoldingly
hot drink of cocoa.
"Well, um... I was about your age, I suppose. Maybe
younger... maybe older, I forget." He replied
calmly.
"Well, then, can I?" I gulped.
"Yes, I guess so..." he chuckled again, and
looked up at me. "You're so mature. Like your
mother was."
He smiled, teary eyed.
"How about I drop you off at Brandie's now? I
overheard your phone conversation. I already had the Tim
Horton's in the car."
"Yeah, Dad. Drop me off." I said, worried.
I was going to cry.
I needed out.
I needed my
Mom.
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