wrong number - anthony reeves

twenty five

a/n - people have been saying how helpful it's been with the translations and stuff but man let me tell you, I HATE HAVING TO OPEN GOOGLE TRANSLATE EVERY TIME I NEED TO LEARN A WORD and also, i tried to make this chapter longer so it took longer to update, sorry!

i woke up early the next morning, having a quick shower while anthony was still fast asleep. i changed into the clothes i brought into the bathroom. i wore a pastel pink dress and stepped back into my room. anthony was still sleeping, with cleo cuddled around the top of his head. i walked downstairs into the kitchen, noticing a note on the table.

headed to the airport, i'll see you in a week! -dad

i just remembered, anthony and i are going to be home alone until tuesday and since it's sunday, we still have a couple more days together.

i put some bread in the toaster, while i sat in the silence other than the faint sound of the toaster, i came to my decision. surely it wasn't the best, for anyone in this case, but i needed to give him an answer. he needed me too. and honestly, i needed to know for myself.

i jumped at anthony tapping on my shoulder, seeing as there was no sound of his feet before he made himself aware.

"oh my gosh." i put my hand on my chest, "anthony!"

he frowned.

"anfony!"

he smiled, "good morning, mar."

"i didn't know you were up yet." i admitted, finally taking a good look at him.

he was wearing a navy loose long-sleeved shirt with baggy shorts. he chuckled as a few strands of his hair flew down across his forehead, getting in the way of his sight. he pushed them back up into the rest of his hair, trying his best to make them stay. he did fail, as they fell down once again, brushing against his forehead. he tried once more and this time they finally stayed, making him sigh in relief.

"i made sure of that." he said, before noticing the note still sitting on the counter, "so, your dad's gone."

of course he'd say it like that, he's a boy.

"yeah, he is."

"so," i wanted to see where he was going with this, "who's driving me back to the airport?" that was not what i thought the end of that sentence would be. he sounded irritated, obviously i haven't given him an answer yet, but we still had a couple days until he left. why was he bringing it up now?

"tyler's going to drive us." his eyebrow raised in confusion, "he's olivia's boyfriend, you met him at the party."

"oh yeah," he recalled, "now i remember him."

"so..." i trailed off, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. i got interrupted by the abrupt sound of the toast popping up. i sighed in relief, i didn't know where on earth this conversation would go so i was glad i didn't have to continue.

i grabbed a plate, "i want some." he said, grabbing a piece of toast out of my hand.

"make your own." i snatched it back from his grasp, quickly taking a bite so he wouldn't continue to try and eat it.