Finding Mr.Wright

Chapter 10

I wake to the smell of bacon sizzling in a pan. When I sit up on the couch I see Jack cooking in the kitchen.
"Good morning, thank you again for last night." I say
"Brinley, it's no problem. I don't think it's very safe for you to stay in that house. I know you don't want to hear that but it's hard for me to sit by while a kid is scared in her own home. If you ever need somewhere to go, my home is open to you." Kid? I'm 17.
    "Thanks a lot" This is so awkward.
    "So where is Bella?" I ask, looking around.
   "She stayed over at a friend's house. You're welcome to stick around until she gets back but I'm not sure when that'll be." Yeah, no thank you.
"I think I'm actually going to head home, but thank you anyways" I say.
Waving goodbye, I exit out the front door and head home. My mom and her boyfriend are passed out on the couch so I quietly head upstairs trying not to wake them.
My iphone died last night so I plug it in, waiting for the little Apple to pop up, powering it on.
3 missed calls, a couple new messages. Sabrina called me 3 times so I call her back. Yes, we're in a fight but she's still my best friend.
"Hey, Brin. I know we're in a fight but I can't go this long without talking to you so I'm hoping for a truce? So much has happened dude and I have great news. Dylan asked me out! Finally! I can't believe we're actually dating!" Wow that girl talks a lot.
"That's great S. I'm so happy for you! I also have news. John and I are talking again, trust me on this one. I think it's going to work this time." Saying it out loud feels really nice. Having my best friend feels really nice. Too bad I'm living in my house right now, it's awful.
After catching up for a little while longer, we say our goodbyes and that we'll see each other Monday. Next I check my messages, all from John. Looking at the name gives me butterflies.
    John wants to go to a movie, so I gratefully agree, glad to get out of the house. He decides on a horror movie; bad news for me since I'm practically scared of my own own shadow... Sciophobia, if you were wondering.
    I decide to put on some nice clothes for my date; wait is this a date? This is so complicated. I think I still love John. As quickly as my feelings turned to hate last year, it's morphing back into love.