"Hello," I answered my cell phone, pressing it between my cheek and shoulder as a familiar voice greeted me on the other line.
"Jelly Bean!"
I let a small smile slip as I continued to stir my coffee. Hearing my dad use his silly nickname for me (even as I was quickly approaching twenty one in a few weeks) always made me chuckle.
"Hi dad, what's going on?"
"Not a lot...but you're not gonna believe who called me the other day," my dad exclaimed, seeming more excited than usual. Before I could even guess who, he blurted out, "Seth!"
My eyes widen as I dropped my spoon. I clanked loudly in the sink. I could feel my heart race increasing as I blinked rapidly, trying to process the information my father had just told me. I couldn't help to think back to the last time I had seen Seth Kirkland. I was an awkward, skinny sixteen year old but I had still felt the dull ache in the pit of my stomach as I watched through the thin fabric of my window curtains as Seth drove his old Chevrolet out of sight. Seth had been a friend of my dad's since high school, and after my mom had died when I was six, Seth had moved in to our tiny three-bedroom home. He had made a huge impact on my life, and as I grew from a little girl into a young woman, I realized that I truly cared for Seth as more than just a family friend.
"Jessie?"
My father's voice snapped me back into the present moment as I braced myself against the kitchen counter. As far as I had known, Seth and my father had spoken only a few times since he had moved out, and had lost contact completely once I was away at college, which had been about four years ago.
"Wow," I breathed. I couldn't help myself, my shock was only replaced by a flood of feelings I had repressed but had never truly given up. I had had relationships throughout high school and in college, some of them more serious than others, but no boy could really replace or even come close to what I had felt for Seth.
"He's coming to visit for a week or so in about a month-around the time of your birthday in fact. You wouldn't believe how long we were on the pho-,"
"With Jackie?" I questioned, interrupting my father. I swallowed the inevitable lump in my throat as I thought back to Seth's wedding to Jackie shortly after he had moved out of our house. She was a very nice woman, but I couldn't help but to resent her for taking Seth out of my life.
"What? Oh, no Jess...they got divorced about a year ago," my dad replied as I closed my eyes, surprised by how happy hearing that news made me. I felt almost...giddy with excitement.
"I want to come down," I quickly stammered out.
"Well..uh, alright hun..how about next weekend or-,"
"For my birthday," I smiled to myself as I heard my dad pause and then chuckle.
"Well...I can't imagine why you'd want to spend your twenty first birthday with a couple of old fogies, but you know you're always welcome whenever, Jelly Bean."
"Great! See you soon, dad," I sighed as I placed my cell phone on the counter and tried to repress my overwhelming feeling of nervous excitement.
About a month later, I found myself sitting idle in my father's driveway, clutching the steering wheel as I let out a small breath to try and calm myself. Finally, I gathered up the courage to grab my overnight bag, stuffed with clothing and shoes, and make my way to the door. Even though I had lived in the quaint house for most of my life, I studied the worn wooden door frame as I tapped the door with my knuckles. I heard some shuffling coming from inside as my father gingerly open the door and greeted me with a big grin.
"Jessie!" He exclaimed as I stepped into the doorway and dropped my bag, hugging him. He patted my back with his hand before scanning me over.
"Are you eating enough up there, Jess? You're looking kind of skinny, kid." He quipped as I rolled my eyes. I knew I was a healthy 120 pounds for my 5'4 frame, and he patted my shoulder again saying, "Welcome home."
I stepped past him and scanned the living room, feeling the nervous butterflies in my stomach rising up again as I looked around for Seth. As I opened my mouth slightly to begin to ask my dad, I instead heard my breath slowly being released from my lips as Seth entered the living room from the kitchen. He stopped in the frame of the kitchen doorway, as our eyes met for the first time in four years. Even though Seth was nearly forty five, he had kept fit, and aside from the small lines around his eyes and mouth beginning to form, looked exactly the same as that last day I had laid eyes on him so many years ago. Neither of us blinked for what seemed like an eternity before my dad spoke up.
"You may not believe this Seth, but you're looking at little Jelly Bean Jessie herself," My father chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder and breaking both Seth and I out of our momentary trance. Seth let a small smile form on his handsome face as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, something he had always done ever since I had known him.
"Hello Jessica," He greeted me in the smoothest tone I had ever heard. His voice sparked memories that I had kept for so long in the back of my mind.
"Long time no see," I replied, smiling back at him. I crossed my arms across my chest as we continued to study each other from across the room. I had worn a sundress that clearly showed off my figure, and had my honey colored hair pulled back into a loose bun. Seth wore a casual button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark brown hair was cut shorter than I had ever remembered it being, and a few gray hairs were beginning to become noticeable at his temples.
"Well let's get these bags back to your room and we'll figure out something for dinner...you do remember which one is yours, Jess?" My father winked as he slung my overnight bag over his shoulder and stepped into the hallway that led back to my old room.
That night, we order take out from our favorite local Chinese restaurant and sat amongst the scattering of empty cartons talking and laughing about old times as my dad and Seth had a few beers. My dad sat back in his favorite recliner, leaving Seth to sit beside me on the old but comfortable couch. He chuckled after taking a swing of his beer before asking, "Is this the same damn couch?"