I Think About You Everyday

The diner was just the same as it was every Monday. In between busy and empty. At the moment, we had no customers. But it was 10:00am. Everyone was either at work or school.

Currently, I’m leaning against the counter, sulking about the TRL show yesterday.

My heart had made its mind up and wanted to be with Tom, when I couldn’t.
I tried talking to Hannah about it, but all morning, she’s been talking to Georg through text message. I don’t know how she hasn’t been affected by this. Yeah, she watched it with me, and so she knows. But, I feel like she’s hiding something from me.

The door bell rung as it opened, but I paid no attention to whoever walked into the diner, until they said my name. I knew that voice. It was the voice that belonged to the person I didn’t want to speak to today.

“Hey,” he said as he had come straight to the counter. I didn’t respond. “You watched TRL didn’t you? I’m sorry. I didn’t know either!” He told me.

“You told me to watch it,” I mumbled.

“Ebony. I seriously didn’t know that we’re leaving...tomorrow. But, we spoke to David about it last night, and he agreed to our plan, just like Hannah has,” I looked at him, using my eyes to tell him to continue. “Well, because Hannah and Georg are now an item, we asked David if Hannah could join us on the tour, because Georg sucks at long distance relationships. In fact, we all do,” I interrupted him.

“Is Hannah going?” I asked him. He nodded his head. Great. I’m going to be left on my own till September. Hannah will have to come back for the last year of high school then.

“But, we also asked David if you could join us too. Ya’ know. To build up the trust,” he winked at me. I looked over at Hannah who was watching us. I grabbed Tom’s arm and pulled him to the table we were sat at yesterday.

“That’s the thing Tom. After watching TRL yesterday, I knew that I could trust you and everything,” I watched a smile crawl upon his face. “But then when I found out you were going to California tomorrow, my heart sunk and I knew it would never work between us because I too suck at long distance relationships, so I was going to say no to your question yesterday,” the smile on his face then crept away. “Tom. Don’t feel down about it. I said was. Remember, you just told me that I could finish the tour with you, and I would love to do that,” And there’s the smile again.

“That’s awesome, Ebony. Just so you know, we’re leaving for the road tonight because we have an interview in the morning at like, 10:00am,” he rolled his eyes, “your shift finishes at 5:00pm, right? Because you need to pack and what not,” he stood up from his seat, as did I.

“Wait, when does the tour end? Hannah and I have to be back by September for high school,” I asked him.

“Hannah mentioned that already. You’ll be leaving tour like, 1 month earlier then us. But that’s okay, right?” I nodded my head.

“Okay. I need your address and phone number,” I took his arm and wrote the details down with a pen from my pouch I have to keep buckled around my waist. It was a part of the black and white uniform.

“Perfect. I’ll collect you and Hannah at 9:00pm and we’ll go meet everyone else. See you later, babe,” he bent down and kissed my cheek before turning and leaving. Again, my knees went weak from the feeling of his soft lips.

“Oh my God!” Hannah screeched once the door and had shut behind Tom.

“What?” I asked her as I walked back to the counter.

“We’re going to tour with Tokio Hotel! That’s what! How psyched are you about it?” Hannah rambled.

“Hannah. Calm down. Please,” I told her, placing my right hand on her left shoulder.

“How can I calm down?! We’re touring with our favourite band!”

“Yeah, and your dating your celebrity crush! Now, calm it before you scare the customers away,” I hissed. Hannah opened her mouth to retaliate, but the door opened and in walked some customers, so she closed it again. I happily walked over to their table to take their orders, with the thought of touring with Tokio Hotel till September, (it’s May now), with my best friend who is dating the bass guitarist, and the guitarist has told me that he loves me.

How cliché.