"Um, yeah. Wow. I'm sorry, but you can really sing. Wanna get a drink?" He asks.
"Man do I wish I could but I'm only eighteen. We can stop at my friends place..." I reply annoyed that I'm not two years older.
"Sure. Do you have a car?"
"Um, no." I reply disappointed.
" Relax, I have a car." He says as he smiles. "Follow me."
I follow him to a black Range Rover. "Nice car." I exclaim.
"Thanks!" He says as he opens the door for me. He's so nice, I think as I get in. When we are on the road, he turns on some Michael Buble. "Are you okay with this?" Niall asks.
"Ya I'm fine, it reminds me of when I was a kid." I say tearing up.
"Oh, ok." He mumbles.
When we pull up to Chelsea's house there isn't a car in the driveway so I get out my spare key.
"Is this your mansion-er-house.." Niall asks me as I open the massive front door.
"Uh, not exactly. Its my friends house, but she's technically my cousin, not really. Well, its a long story..." I answer nervously, hoping he won't ask.
"And I have plenty of time!" He replies sitting down at the glass kitchen table.
"Ok, sure. Let me just get some food. I'll be right back!" I shout from the mudroom. Once I got into the pantry, I pulled out a box of frozen pizza and some chicken nuggets. "Marcia! Please make these chicken nuggets and pizza! Thank you!" I screamed as I walked to the kitchen where Niall was sitting. Marcia is Chelsea's maid, butler person, and she does everything. I don't know what Chelsea and her family would do if Marcia had to leave.
"So, what about that story?" Niall asked curiously. I can't believe that I have to tell him.
"Okay, well, I don't have the best home, you know, like, well, um. Let me explain Chelsea first." I mumbled. How could I tell him? " Chelsea and I met in third grade. She had just moved here, and I had been here all my life. I showed her around town, and we became great friends. Her parents are amazing and they take care of me and my little sister and brother Lily and Marcus. We usually spend our nights here. Chelsea is always there for me, its amazing. We have been spending quite a few nights with Chelsea and her family for about four of five nights a week for the past three years. Last year they decided to give us a house key. That's why I have it. Kapish?" I say jokingly trying to lighten the mood. The whole time he had been listening carefully.
"But what about your parents?" He asked.
I hesitated for a second, but I felt that I could trust him, even after knowing him for only a few hours. "Well, my dad is a drunk and he is not very nice when he is drunk. And well, my mom, she's difficult to understand. I think she is bipolar. Not really but she gets so stressed and then she yells at us, tells us that she doesn't need us wasting her money. Stuff like that. It really is complicated." I mutter just loud enough for him to hear before I break down. Niall looks up at me and hugs me. A nice comfortable hug, and it makes me feel a million times better. At that moment, Marcia comes in with the pizza and chicken. "Snack is served," she announces and then walks away.