Next morning I got up and I was feeling so relaxed and free, I don’t know why though. It felt really nice. I went downstairs and found mom and dad in an intense conversation.
Just to break the tension I shouted, “Good Morning mom and dad.”
“Morning dear, come join us for breakfast.” Mom said. I sat down with them and just out of curiosity I asked, “What were you guys talking about? Anything serious?”
“No honey, nothing that serious.” Dad replied, patiently and asked, “What you want for breakfast?”
I gave the question a thought. I didn’t want to have anything to eat, although I didn’t have anything at the party too.
“A cup of hot coffee would do………and Coco Pops to go with it!” I said for fun’s sake.
Mom and I hi-fived and laughed.
“You won’t let that go, would you?” dad asked really annoyed. “Let’s talk about something more serious! When are you starting to look for jobs?”
Oh God! Not this again. I have answered this question a million time before. But still I had to answer him, “Soon!”
“I know honey that it is not a necessary for you to do a job. We are quite well off but doing a job, any job it will give you a nice way to pass your time and I am sure you will enjoy it.” Mom said.
“I know mom, and I will find a job soon.” I replied.
I ate my breakfast and went to Becky’s house.
“Hello Rachel and Jon!” I greeted Becky’s parents.
“Hello sweetheart!” Rachel replied and Jon just nodded.
“Hello, Ashley!” Came in Jake’s voice. Cheerful as always.
“Hi Jake! How are you?” I asked with a perfect smile.
“Very fine. You tell how are you?
“I’ve been better.” I replied in a low voice.
“I can understand. Relax. Everything will be fine.” He said, comforting me. “I have to go. Bye.”
I smiled and waved him goodbye. He went and Becky came running down the stairs and hugged me tightly.
“Careful, hon” Jon said. Must say he really is a doting father. And sometimes overprotective of Becky, which is completely acceptable, my dad is the same too.
“Ash I am so glad you came!” Becky said. Her enthusiasm was scaring me.
“Hey Beck, everything okay there?” I asked.
“Great. Come here I have got to tell you something.”
She practically dragged me upstairs. When we reached her room, she locked it from inside started telling me the reason of her excitement.
“Do you remember Joey? Well I don’t care if you don’t, because I have got a date with him tonight.” She was glowing all over.
“That is so great!” I replied trying to match her excitement. By the way I don’t have a single clue who Joey is.
“Tell me everything.” I said
“Well he was a facebook friend. We didn’t talk but yesterday after texting you I got online and he was online too. We started talking and at last he asked me out.”
“I am so happy for you!” I replied giving her a big hug.
“The bonus is that he is so cute. I can’t wait for tonight. And one more thing you are going to help me get ready for my date.”
“Of course! You would look like a hot diva; after all I am your style guru.” I flaunted and we both laughed.
“Thank you so much Ash. I love you.” Becky said hugging me.
I am really glad for Becky. She deserves to have someone who can make her so happy. She has not got into any relationship since she broke up with Paulo a month ago. She said that now she wants a real relationship not a fling. She is getting mature.
I went back to my house after spending a whole day, selecting a great outfit for her for tonight. She is wearing a dark green silk knee length dress with a matching pair of high heels and a fabulous Gucci bag, which I am surely borrowing for my next date. I went straight to my room and closed the door. Deep inside I know I am a little jealous of Becky. I am being ridiculous I know but it’s just that I am Ashley I used to get the dates. But now, here I am, sulking about my little situation. Oh My God, what is wrong with me? I am envying my best friend. That is pathetic. Ion has actually screwed me up. I took a deep breath and rubbed my face. Forget about it. I am really happy for Becky and rest all is just an illusion. I hope Becky has a fantabulous date with Joey and they just hit it off.