Can I kill him, yet?

-Chapter 2- Dinner disaster

Chapter 2- Dinner disaster

A cacophony of thumps woke me up from my dream. Thomas Brodie-Sangster's sexy face rippled and faded before my eyes. I desperately struggled and grasped for him, but fell apart into mist. Giving up, I prised open my reluctant eyes, and stared at my window. Though the blinds were still closed, I could faintly see the dribbles of summer rain sliding down against the gloomy grey light. Rain? In August? Well, what did I expect? I lived in England, the weather was bipolar. You could be burnt by the glare of the sun one day, and drenched by the heedless rain the next.

With a moan and even an animalistic growl, I stumbled out of bed and went for a closer look. It was definitely pelting it down. Somehow the weather always seemed to reflect my mood-pathetic fallacy at it's finest, people. After the little incident with the pervert next door, I messaged Nora and scrolled through my Tumblr feed for a while. I involuntarily shuddered at the memory of his icy words. I admit, I wasn't as "developed" as other girls my age, or younger in fact, but as a teenage girl who was trying to develop self confidence, those words cut deep.

I took a shower, threw on a pair of jeans paired with a band tee, and trudged down the stairs. A warm comforting aroma drifted from the kitchen to my nose. Did someone break in and start cooking? That definitely wasn't mum cooking, else the house would be on fire. I was also blessed with my mother's cooking skills, therefore I had the wonderful ability to burn water. I was one lucky girl.

"Hello?" I yelled into the general direction of the smell ."Mum?"

She suddenly appeared in the doorway plastered head to toe in flour, not to mention her hair which was heading in all kinds of directions.

"Who's cooking?" I asked. Before I was awarded a reply, I was bombarded by a warm hug and a delighted call of "Addie!". The rich scent of cinnamon and apple, and the fluffy texture of soft, wool cardigans soon revealed my attacker's identity.

"Nan! What are you doing here?" I asked merrily. I didn't normally get to see my Nan, as she lived up north.

"I was coming to visit you guys on a surprise trip later in the holiday, but yesterday night I got a frantic call from your mum." she replied. I accusingly looked over at my mum with my eyebrows lifted in silent question.

"I needed... a little help with...uh...the cooking and all..." she stuttered quietly and looked down at her gunk covered shoes in innocence. Recognition of what she had just said registered in my mind, and my ever so constant friend,panic, started to reappear.

"Cooking?Why are you cooking? You never cook!" I demanded in confusion. Mum's eyes darted upwards and found my face.

"Tonight. The dinner with the neighbours."

Crap.

"You were serious?" I questioned.

"Of course I was! I haven't seen that stuck-up cow in ages. It has to be perfect." she trailed off at the end, and then began to mutter out a line of a few obscenities.

"No swearing, Mum!" I replied slyly in a fake sing-songy pitch. I turned to grab my bag to set off to Nora's, but was stopped by an order.

"Don't order me about,little lady. Oh, and don't be late. I want you back by 5:00 to get ready and help us prepare. If it's raining too much then call your dad to drive you back, can't have you catching a cold, can we?

"Yes, Mum." I sighed reluctantly , before yelling a goodbye, grabbing a store bought chocolate muffin, and stepping outside. The rain had eased but the sky was still an ashy grey.

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After about 10 minutes of walking, I arrived at Nora's blackberry purple front door. Nora and I had first met in Year 3 at primary school when she moved here from Scotland. She was a cute, giggly girl with multicoloured clips and bands woven into her hair and heaps of crazy confidence. Since that day we had been best friends.