Part 3: Jenna's Point of View School has ended and I was back at my house, trying to finish my homework before Mason got here. "Now who is coming over again?" My dad asked for the millionth time. "Mason." I replied. "Josh's son? Mason Parker?" I raised an eyebrow. "What? You mean Uncle Josh?" Dad laughed. "Angel, he isn't your uncle. He's my best friend." I shrugged. "Either way, that still doesn't explain why I only know this kid by his reputation. I've been over to Josh's house a bunch of times. I've only met Colton." My dad seems to look for answer. "Mason isn't there a lot. He sleeps there and that's about it. I wouldn't be surprised if this is the first time you two have ever met. Whenever I go over, Mason isn't there. I personally have only met him a couple of times. You haven't been around when I met him. Other than your childhood, you two don't know each other. And plus, Mason and your brother don't exactly get along." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Your mother does that too." He chuckled. "It's a long story honey." My dad's phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket. "I've got to take this." He kissed my forehead. "Sorry Jenna." I nodded, he always had little emergency phone calls. I'm used to it. "Now?!" He asked. "Ugh .. Fine .. Yep .. Okay .. Yeah Ray. I'll see you there .. Yep I will .. Okay bye." He hung up his phone and sighed. "Practice calls. Ray sends his love and hopes his little munchkin is doing well." He laughed. Ray Allen and my dad used to be really good friends too, they still are. But Ray is like the assistant coach. Celtic players don't retire, they simply stop wearing their mouth guards. As my dad puts it. That's his fancy way of saying Once a Celtic, Always a Celtic. "Bye Jenna. Tell your mother that I had practice." I nodded again. "Bye dad, love you." He stopped at the door, a small twinkle in his eyes. "I love you too, Miss Jenna Elizabeth." A smile spread across his face and he closed the door. I sat at my kitchen counter waiting for Mason to get here. 4:00 passed. And then 4:30. It was now 5:30 when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and found Mason standing there with a very bored expression on his face. An Arnold Palmer was in one hand, and a green monster in the other. "You're late." I hissed.
I am! But I want them to know each other! This is crazy how they've like never met! But I will love this story dear!(;
^^I told you that at lunch today Tay! Lol how are you? I got all your work but it made me miss the bus.