Care To Join Me?
I took one look at the homework on my bed and grimaced. I'd been doing anything to get out of doing it for most of the morning, which including hovering, sorting out my clothes, organising my CD's into alphabetical order...the list was endless. My apartment was now spotless.
Sean's Dad, my Uncle, was working on his car on the other side of the street. He usually rented out this apartment, but when I'd asked if I could come over here, he'd let me stay, for free, after a lot of persuasion on my Uncle's side.
He was my Mom's brother, and had been just as devastated as me when she died. Though he and my Dad hadn't really gotten on, he had helped me try to find him too. It hadn't been much use. My Dad was gone, that much was for certain.
I decided to have a long hot shower. The water felt good on my skin, the bruise on my stomach was now a faded yellow colour, and barely hurt anymore. At least it wasn't as permanent as the thin line on my neck, which reminded me everyday what that bastard had done. At least he didn't bother me anymore. Apparently Han had really scared him.
I'd just pulled on my black leggings and a loose white top when I heard the sound of an engine cut off. I frowned, my hair still wet as knocking proceeded on my door.
I slid it open, to find Han standing outside, my Uncle staring at his car before rolling his eyes. I looked back at Han who found it all rather amusing as usual.
"Can I help you?" I asked him, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah," He replied, blundering in before I could stop him. I stood at the doorframe for a moment, completely perplexed, before sliding it shut and following him.
"What are you doing?"
"Just, you know, chilling," He replied as he looked around my apartment.
I stared at him as he went over to my fridge and opened it. "You have beer!" he exclaimed, pulling a bottle out.
"It's my Uncle's, he had no room in his fridge! Put it back!" I roared, trying to grab it from him. He smirked, holding it high above my head, and I folded my arms, scowling at him. "Fine, drink it, but don't blame me when my Uncle finds out,"
He flicked the lid off with the edge of the counter and took a big swig. I just ignored him, going into my bedroom and sitting at my dresser, turning on my hairdryer. Once I finished, I began brushing out my hair, giving a yelp of surprise when I saw him leaning on my doorframe, watching me. I narrowed my eyes at him in the mirror. He sauntered in, throwing himself down on my bed.
"Comfy," He mused. "Care to join me?"
I watched as he held my homework in front of his face. "Someone hasn't done their work," He said. I snatched it away from him.
"I was getting to it," I hissed, trying to stop myself from going red.
"Sounds like lies to me Princess," He sat up, scanning my bedroom, his eyes finding the post it board where I'd stuck up all of my favourite photos. He stood up, peering at one in particular. "Is that your Dad?"
He was looking at the picture of me when I was about ten, my arms around my Dad's shoulders as with both smiled happily. "Yeah," I muttered. He proceeded to open some of my drawers.
"Oh my god I'm going to KILL you!" I yelled, trying to push him out of my room. "What is wrong with you today?"
He laughed at my feeble attempts at moving him. "What? Are you shy or something?"
"You don't just come into people's homes and look through their stuff!"
"Why not?" He shrugged. "Nice underwear,"
I threw up my hands in exasperation and left the room. "Look at what you want,"
He followed me with a chuckle, looking around at my little front room. "Wait a minute. You don't have a TV,"
"I don't need a TV," I replied indifferently, picking up some books and shoving them on a shelf. He gave me a disbelieving look and I sighed. "Ok...I can't afford a TV, happy?"
"Hmm. Maybe you should sell some of these CDs," He said, taking a few from my shelf. "Billie Holiday? Britney Spears?" he pulled a face. "Pink?"
"Hey! They're classics!" I defended. "Anyway, my Mom bought me those, I wouldn't sell them in a million trillion years,"
He had the good sense to put them down. I was fuming with him. I was also thinking about other things...like getting him back into my bed again. I quickly stomped on that thought, it wasn't worth the embarrassment.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked.
"Yes! No! Well...a little," I folded my arms. "Did you come here for a reason or was it to just poke around?"
"Hey, sweetheart, who was it going through my car the other day?" He said accusingly, poking my forehead.
"Oh shut up," Was all I could murmur, making him laugh triumphantly. "You're an ass,"
"Huh. Well I was gonna try and teach you to drive properly today but...if I'm an ass then-"
"You what?" I cut in, staring bug eyed at him. "Oh no, no no no you do not want me to drive, seriously, I can't! I can't drive! I just can't drive, it terrifies me!"
"Calm down will you? It's not like I'm gonna make you race. Although that would be really funny...Get ready, come on,"
I watched helplessly as he slid my door open and made his way to his car. Oh shit oh shit! I thought furiously, having no other option than to pull on my shoes and follow him. This was not gonna be good.