The sound of keys jingling in the door startled me. I had been so focused on what was in front of me, I had forgotten where I was. Not long after, my mom walked into the living room and frowned when she saw me laying on the couch.

"Have you been watching Netflix all day?" She questioned.

"You call it Netflix, I call it research," I say as I sit up.

"Research? What are you watching?" She asked as she motioned to the TV.

"Supernatural," I say as I look up at the TV. Dean just died by eating a taco.

"How is that research?" She sighs.

"When the demons come, I'll be ready," I say with determination.

"Oh god, my daughter is a psychopath," she mutters to herself as she walked to the kitchen.

"Rude. And here I was, planning on saving you when it happened. I'll leave you for the ghouls," I say with a smile as I get up and follow her into the kitchen.

"I don't feel like cooking tonight," mom says as she sorts through a pile of take out menus. "Chinese or Italian?"

"I could go for some pasta," I say. "When are you leaving for your flight?"

"Well, the nearest airport doesn't fly directly to Italy. That's what we get for living in the middle of nowhere. I have to be at the airport at six AM, the plane leaves at eight and it's two hours to New York. I got to wait until noon to board the next flight. So I should be there around eight or nine o'clock."

"That's gonna suck for you," I say. "I'm even exhausted hearing you say all that."

"Wanna trade places? I'll be the couch potato in the family," my mom say with a smile.

"I'll pass," I said. "But bring me back a souvenir. Like, a ridiculously hot guy with a nice tan, washboard ads, and all the fixings."

"I'll get right on that," she smiled. "But you have to promise to feed him."

"Scouts honor," I say as I held up my hand.

"You dropped out of scouts, so there is no honor," she said as she looked at the menu. "I could go for some lasagna."

"And bread sticks," I added with a firm voice. Bread sticks make the word go round.

"Deal. I'll order the food, so why don't you go pick out a movie for us to watch."

"On it," I say as I walk back into the living room and sadly turned supernatural off. Sam and Dean would understand.

My mom was a hopeless romantic, but she doesn't do anything about it. The closest thing to romance in her life is watching romantic comedies. She always says that she's too busy with work to meet someone, and days like this with her where we actually eat together are rare.

I go to the section that's all romantic comedies and flipped through until I found on we could agree on.

"We're watching Sixteen Candles," I shout. A second later my mom walks in and kicked off her shoes.

"Good choice. I'm gonna go put my pajamas on and the food will be here in about fifteen minutes," she says as she started to walk up the stairs.

"Ok," I shouted back as I went and sat on the couch.

As I waited, I pulled out my phone. I had no notifications on anything. No emails, nothing on Facebook, unless I count the friend request from my father, which I just let sit there. If I declined it, he would just send another one.

Minutes passed by and my mom still wasn't downstairs yet. I didn't think any thing of it until there was a knock at the door.

I open the door and see a familiar face. It wasn't Jaspers, thank God, but it was another boy from my class. I think his name was Evan.

Evan wasn't one of those people who listened to Jasper. He would just mind his own business. He was one of the popular kids in the class because of his good looks and he was sweet to people. I never had a problem with him seeing how I hardly ever talked to him. But when I did, he was always nice.

"Hi Hattie," Evan smiled when I opened the door.

"Hey Evan," I smiled back. "Still doing deliveries?"

"Yeah, but it's great actually. I get to drive around listening to music all the time," he said as he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair, which made it look even better. "How's your break so far?"

"I've watched so much Netflix," I tell him with a laugh.

"That so? What have you watched?" He asked curiously.

"Like, a season of Supernatural, all of the Hauntings at Hill House, the new season of Orange is the New Black," I say as I count my fingers.

Evan looked dumbfounded. "We've only been off for two days."

I smiled shyly. "I have a lot of time on my hands these days."

"Really? I'm jealous. I wish I was you then," he chuckled.

"Well becoming me might not be all you think it is considering... everything."

"You mean Jasper?" He asked. I was shocked that he knew what I was talking about, but I nodded. "That guys a dick."

"Shh, he might hear you," I say as I motioned next door. "I wouldn't want you to be next on his hit list."

"Naw, I could take him in a fight," he says confidently. "But hey, if you're looking for something to do over the summer, you could work at the restaurant. We're hiring."

"Thanks, but I'm not much of a people person. Plus I can't cook," I tell him.

"You sure? I could talk to the big man and get you a delivery job like me," he offers.

"Really?" I asked. A job would be nice, and considering at this rate, I'll end up watching everything on Netflix. Before I could say anything else, I heard footsteps come down the stairs. I turned around and saw my mom walking down the stairs still wearing her work clothes. "Mom?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she says as she grabbed her purse off of the table by the door. "I left some papers at work that I need."

"Can't your assistant get them?" I asked with pleading eyes, but she didn't see them.

"No. I'll probably be back late, so if I don't see you again, I'll see you in a couple of weeks," she says as she walks past, kisses my forehead, and walks out the door. Suddenly, she stopped on the porch, and I hoped she would turn around and realize she didn't need the papers and stay, but she only reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty and handed it to Evan. "Keep the change."

With that, she was gone.

"Are you okay," Evan asked, which snapped me out of the trance I was in.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, waving him off. "It happens all the time."

Evan looked at me with what I thought looked like concern. He even peered passed me and looked into the quiet house.

"Are you just here by yourself," he asked.

"Yeah, so expect a big party to happen. Invitations are in the mail," I say sarcastically, but I was the only one who found it funny.

Evan reached into the bag and pulled out the receipt. I then watched him pull a pen out of his pants pocket and scribble something onto the back of the receipt before handing it to me.

"Here's my number," he says with a smile. "Call me or text me if you need anything."

I didn't know what to say, so I went with the first thing that popped into my head.

"I don't think Lizzie would be to pleased to know that your giving girls your number," I say and then mentally slap myself.

"Don't worry," he chuckled. "Lizzie and I broke up."

"Oh," I say in surprise. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It was mutual. We both wanted different things," he explains.

"Okay then," I said as I shifted my feet. "Well, you should get back to work."

"Alright," he chuckled as he handed me the food and started to walk down the front steps. "If you don't call, I'll call you since I got your home phone number. Or I'll just show up with lasagna. Which ever one seems best."

"Okay," I say with a small smile as I waved. I closed the door behind me and slid down against it.

"Dinner for one," I sigh as I push it aside. I no longer felt hungry.