We Were Us by Heather Diemer

Author:Heather Diemer [Diemer, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00JYFNK8Q
Published: 2014-04-24T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Dinner was a delicious mix of spaghetti squash baked with garlic and olive oil and a fresh garden salad with mandarin oranges and strawberries. It was the perfect summer meal. I ate quickly then had to wait patiently for Josh to finish so we could eat the apple pie. I swear he took his sweet time just to make me wait. Even Mrs. Riley hurried him along. Finally he finished and the pie was served a la mode. Josh was right in his distinction. His mother’s pie was the best in the state. It was surely the best I’d ever tasted.

“This pie is amazing,” I said after my last bite.

“Thank you dear,” she beamed.

I got up to help clear the plates but Josh beat me too it.

“Mom, I’ll finish the dishes; Jenna, go pick out a movie.”

“Don’t stay up all night Josh. You have to work tomorrow.”

“I know mom!” He sounded embarrassed. I laughed awkwardly.

I was suddenly jealous of the way Josh and his mom interacted. She loved him and always felt the need to protect him from even the smallest acts. All I’d ever wanted was for my own mother to care for me and tell me that she loved him.

“I’ll pull the couch out and get the bedding.” She smiled at me as she left the kitchen. I forced a smile back. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was trying not to let my emotions get the better of me.

“Where are the movies?” I asked Josh mentally changing the subject.

“Down in my room,” he said as filled the sink with soapy water.

“In your bedroom?” I said. I stood as close to him as I could without touching him.

Josh’s hands gripped the sink so I knew my proximity was getting to him.

“Yes, in my room,” he said.

“Okay then.”

I turned and headed to the stairs that led to the basement. It was extra dark down here today. The dark blue plaid curtains covered the small daylight windows that matched the comforter and pillow shams on his queen sized bed. A dresser stood neatly in the corner and a small desk that held his laptop and printer was next to it.

Soft music was playing from somewhere. I recognized it, but it was too quiet for me to place it. I wandered over to the desk with the laptop and brushed my fingers of the touchpad. The screen lit up and showed that iTunes was open and running. I scanned the list of songs, mostly classic rock until I came to the one with the tiny speaker icon beside it. It was Kansas, Carry on My Wayward Son. One of my favorites. One year at the River Festival in the city, a Kansas tribute band played and a bunch of us made the trip out there to see them. I clicked the volume button until I could hear it and restarted the song.

I looked around, but didn’t immediately see a rack of DVD’s. Josh was a relatively clean person, but I bet Mrs.

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