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On My Mind
Chapter 4
Amber woke up early the next morning, which was Tuesday. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and curled her hair after it had naturally dried. She walked into her room and threw on a pale pink long sleeve shirt and a brown corduroy jacket. She searched for jeans that weren't wrinkled and finally found some at the very bottom of dresser. She slipped on a pair of brown suede, 3 inch high wedge knee high boots over her jeans. She made her way into the living room and grabbed her oversized black bag and walked out the door. She was all settled in her car when she realized there were no keys. She let out an exhausted sigh and fast walked back into the house quickly, coming back outside triumphantly with her keys in hand. She backed out of her driveway and saw John come out of his house to get the paper in just his boxers, she made herself stop swooning over him and simply grinned and waved.
She arrived at the café ten minutes early and ordered a cup of coffee to tide her over until her friend, Ally got here. She was meeting with Ally to go over what her job's going to be. Amber's actually pretty excited to start work, it will take her attention off getting her house nice looking. It was too time consuming.
Finally, after fifteen long minutes, Ally walked in, looking just as spectacular as Amber remember her. She stood 5'8, maybe a healthy 120 pounds, dressed all business, because she took her lunch break to come see her.
"Amber Miller." She said loudly, making Amber stand and embrace in a hug with one of her dearest friends.
"You haven't changed a bit." Amber said to her friend as they sat down.
"Could say the same for you." She said with a smirk. "Oh, sorry I'm late, traffic is a killer."
"No problem." She replied.
"So lets get down to it." Ally started as they headed into their long talk about Amber's new job in her new home, Boston.
"Alright. So, I start on Monday?" Amber asked Ally as they were leaving the café 45 minutes later.
"Yeah. Don't be late. 8 o' clock on the dot." Ally said as she walked to her car.
"Okay, see you then." She said and hugged Ally before making her way to her own car.
Amber thought of what they went over earlier on the drive home. Ally said that even though her job title said secretary, she was more of an assistant, which actually was good because secretary is such a confined term. And, this way she would be making more money which is really more important to her than she would like. As she drove into her driveway, she saw someone standing at her porch, just about to leave. She exited her car and walked up the path the porch right as the person was about to turn around.
"Can I help you?" Amber asked skeptical. The person turned around quickly, surprised. This is when Amber saw the pie the lady was holding.
"Oh! Hello. I'm Mary Sue Johnson. I live right next door." Mary Sue said and moved the pie higher. "I came to welcome you to the neighborhood." A natural smiled spread across Ambers face. She love how nice these people were, she wouldn't find that back home in her neighborhood.
"Oh that's so nice!" She said as she unlocked her door. "I'm Amber by the way. Would you like to come in?" She asked as her new neighbor handed the pie over.
"Oh I can't. I have to get my youngest to day care and then head to work. I just wasn't sure if you would be here when I got home tonight. I came by last night and you weren't here." She explained.
"Oh, I was out to dinner with John, next door." She said nodded her head to the right.
"Oh yes. John. What a nice boy." Mary Sue said. "Well, I must be going. You enjoy that." She said as she made her way down the driveway and into her own house.
Amber closed the door with a smile. She walked into the kitchen and set it on the counter, planning on having some later today. She looked at the clock and saw that it was only a little after ten. She went in search of a washer and dryer, there must be one in here, she thought. She gave up, thought about it for awhile before walking out the door, to next door. She knocked on John's door twice before she saw him coming.
"Hey." He said with a smile.
"Hi. Are you busy?" She asked hopeful.
"Nope. I was just watching some of my old wrestling tapes. Why?" He asked.
"Well, I don't have a washer or dryer and I don't want to go to one of the city ones where you have to pay and wait for an hour. And my clothes are insanely wrinkly. So, I was maybe wondering if you would be so kind to let me borrow yours?" She asked nicely with an innocent, puppy dog smile.
"I don't know." He said jokingly and her shoulders slumped. "I'm kidding, go get it shrimp." He said as she glared at him and walked away. She got to the end of this driveway before walking all the way back. She poked his chest as hard as she could.
"I am not a shrimp. You are just freakishly tall." She said with a 'humph' and walked down the driveway with a couple of smug, I won, looks tossed his way. When she got back to her house she gathered all her wrinkled, and dirty clothes into moving box and made her way back to his house. Actually, it was kind of difficult. Because more than half of her clothes were wrinkled, the box was heavy. She carried it until she was at the porch, then she started dragging it until the end of her driveway. She started pushing it up his driveway and stopped a few feet away from his porch. Her arms were killing her and she barely had enough energy to knock on the door. When he answered and she pointed at the box he started laughing, especially when he saw she was leaning against the house out of breath but he got the box anyway.
"Come on, come take a seat." He said leading her inside. She threw herself on the couch looking at the TV. She barely lifted her arm and pointed at the TV.
"Hey. that's you." She said when really, in her mind she was saying "damn. that's you. Even better without a shirt." but she could never say that out loud. No. Never. He glanced at the TV before walking to a small room right around the corner. "Yeah that's me." He said in the room. Amber pulled herself up and followed him. It was Washer/Dryer room. How convenient.
"I'm jealous. I want a washer and dryer room." She said in a whiny voice. She saw him reach into the box to start a load for her but she shook her head and put her hand on his, ignoring the lightning bolts that rushed through her body. "I can handle that part. You wait outside." She said as his body shook with laughter. He set the box down in front of the washer, put his hands up in surrender and walked out the room. She sorted her clothes and put the lights in first because it had more of her intimate clothes. She called his name and told him she was done. He came back in.
"You sure?" He asked sarcastically, walking over to her. She nodded.
"Show me how this puppy works." She said rubbing her hands together.
"Alright, so you move this over to large load. Then you turn this to whatever number you feel like, I usually do 6 and then pull it out." He said as he coached her on as she did what he told her to. "Now, lift the lid and pour some of this in that hole." He said grabbing a box of Tide from a shelf above the washer and dryer. After she did that she looked at him for further instructions. "That's all."
"That's all?" She asked confused.
"That's all." He repeated.
"Easier than expected. I think I might even be able to do the next load by myself." She said as she followed him back into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and turned his attention back to the TV.
"Hey John?" She asked standing next to the TV. He looked away from the set to her.
"Yeah?" He asked, leaning into the couch.
"Do you mind if I watch with you while my stuff is in there?" She asked pointing to the room they just left. He smiled sincerely.
"Not at all. Come sit." He said and patted the seat next to him. She ran and jumped into the seat, sinking into its comfyness.
"So who are you going against?" She asked staring at the TV, trying to make something of it all.
"That's Kurt Angle." He said. Then he went into explaining every move. She was totally absorbed in his voice, and what he was saying. His voice was silky smooth, and he sounded so into everything he was saying, she could tell that he loved wrestling. She definitely was going to have to watch it next time it was on. And when she got a cable guy to come out, which was going to be a feat in itself.
A/N: ENJOY!!! i know i did. review. pleasee.