Playing Pretend

20| Sober up

Crystal

"I don't want to study today, I'm too tired!"

"Here drink some coffee." He handed me his starbucks cup. I took a sip and immediately spit it out, "EW! Its black coffee and its cold!"

"Its been sitting there since this morning." He let out a chuckle and turned on a corner to my house. "I hate you!"

"Nah, you love me!"

"Gross, not in a million years."

"So two million?" He raised a brow.

"Never!" I stated.

"Never!" He mocked. "Whatever." He chuckled.

I looked out the window, our neighborhood isn't as fancy as his. I wonder if he cares... or feels uncomfortable, I started to feel a tad bit embarrassed, we didn't always live in a place like this.

"Hey, when you come over to my place. Don't you worry about your car getting stolen?"

"No, the thought never crossed my mind." He pulled up in my driveway. "Why?"

"I-I don't know, I was just thinking."

I got out the car and to my surprise my dad was home. "Oh crap! I didn't think my dad was going to be home." I groaned.

"We can't go to my place because my dad is home." He stated.

"Right. We are just studying i-it shouldn't be a big deal." I just hope he isn't drunk.

"What, you guys haven't talked yet?"

"No, I never want to speak to him again." I unlocked the front door. "Well that's a bit harsh don't you think?"

"Harsh? What he said to me was harsh. You just had to be there."

Once I stepped foot into my house the smell of bleach hit me like a trunk and I started to get nauseous. "Oh my God!" I covered my nose from the stench.

I looked around the house it was... Clean.

"Dad?" So much for not talking to him.

"Hello?!" I slowly walked over to where the scrubbing sound was coming from. I finally entered the kitchen to see my dad on the floor scrubbing the cabinets like crazy.

He couldn't here me because he had headphones in.

"Dad." I tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, dropping the rag out of his hand. "You scared me!" He took out his head phones, "When did you get home?"

"Just now... W-What are you doing?" I questioned confused.

"I'm cleaning, the house was a mess. I started this afternoon, I cleaned the upstairs already, the bathroom, my room, I even cleaned your room, and now I'm starting downstairs."

"Yes, I see that. But why?"

"Wel-"

"Is it okay if I go upstairs?" Sebastian popped his head head the kitchen.

"Who is this? And why is a boy trying to go upstairs to your room."

"I'm Sebastian sir." He carefully walked into the kitchen, walking around the wet spots on the floor. He hold out his hands, "Its nice to meet you. Again." He smiled.

"Right..." He stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans, "We did meet." He shook his hand.

"You actually remember that? Drunk and all. You remember when you basically attacked him, you attacked my boyfriend."