"You didn't tell me this was going to be a fucking four hour drive!" I shout, pinching his knuckles as his hands rests on the gear stick.
"If I told you, I knew you wouldn't come." I scoff as he rolls his eyes. Despite the fact that it was correct. I couldn't imagine spending even ten minutes in a car with him, let alone four hours.
"My butt tingles." I groan whilst slouching into the car seat. He gazes at the road, a look of puzzlement takes over his facial features.
"What do you want me to do about it? Kiss your butt? Lick it? Rub it."
"I'm not a fan of your sense of humour." I mutter under my breath as I put my arms about my chest. He makes a loud tut. I'm not sure why I agreed to accompany Sorin; I don't know him. I should be getting drunk and sobbing right now because it's my first weekend since starting boarding school.
I cry a lot whilst i'm drunk.
My bum is now numb, and I wiggle around to find a comfortable position. Sorin's hand lingered on the gear stick, his cold pinkie finger gently brushes against my thigh and lingers there for the rest of the drive—which did get me a little flustered.
I don't think he realised his pinkie was resting on my thigh, but it gave me the shivers.
Looking out the window, I notice a small semi-Morden, semi-Old School home. There's a small garden in front, where new flowers are blooming, it surprises me when his car drives up into the driveway and we end up approaching the house's white door.
Just as Sorin raises his fist to knock, the door bursts open, revealing two small toddlers, one girl and one boy, who both immediately cling to Soin's legs.
Cute.
"How are my favourite couple doing?" He asks the twins below him in a gentle voice, then gestures for me to enter the house with his arms, and I enter the house while he closes the door behind him with his hip.
I look up and see a girl maybe a year or two older than myself sitting on the lowest stairwell step. As soon as she realises my presence, she suddenly stands up from the step.
She, like Sorin, has pale white skin, shoulder-length black hair, and soft freckles that caress her cheeks; the only difference between them is their skin tone; Sorin's is somewhat more tanned than hers, although that could be due to the fact that he spends a lot of his time after school at the beach.
She stretches out her hand, and as I step closer her strawberry scent radiates of her, I grab ahold and shake her hand.
"Let seems a little formal, Big sister." Sorin scoffs whilst placing his niece on his hip.
"Well, maybe you should have introduced me to your girlfriend." She rolls her eyes, whilst moving all her weight onto her left side and placing her hands on her hips.
Sorin warned me about this; about how his family would think we were dating. I plaster a fake smile, looking like a doofus.
"She's not my girlfriend," he speaks playing with his nieces dirty blonde hair who was tugging on his black T-shirt.
"This is Charli, older by two years." He points with his thumb towards her, who is still in the same position. "This is Nita, my roommate, not my girlfriend, and these are Charli's kids, Anna and Jax," I respond with a nod to show that I'm paying attention and walk behind the family into the lounge.
Sorin then tells me about his two puppies, Daisy and Jasper, and how you can tell the difference by looking at their collars. Daisy's is a light yellow, whereas Jasper's is a bright blue.
"I'm going to assist Charli in the kitchen; if you need anything, come and get me." He shows me the kitchen by throwing his thumb behind his shoulder.
Sorin leaves me in the room with the two children and the two puppies, and I hum in return. The room is a somewhat overwhelming, I realise.
I tie my hair into loose bun, using my only hair tie which was sat on my wrist, my hair was stinking to my neck since I'm a little overwhelmed. I take a deep breath as Charli's daughter pulls on my skirt, inferring she wants be on my lap, so I pull her up using the underneath of her arms and I place her on my lap.
" 'Ewo," Anna speaks up, showing that her verbal abilities are far superior to mine when I was her age. As I play with my fingers, I give her a tight smile. "My name is Anna," she says.
"My name is Nita," I say as I bounce her on my bare knee. Her sibling follows, and I position him on my spare knee, and before I know it, both puppies are seated behind my back.
As I begin to feel overwhelmed, I fiddle with my thumbs and soon begin picking at the skin around my nails as the toddlers chatter in another language. I lean against the back of the couch, making certain to leave enough space behind me for the puppies.
"You're looking a touch pale, Nita." Sorin says making me jump out of my skin, and I turn to watch him step away from the archway he was previously leaning on.
"Don't sneak up on me like that," i scoff and roll my eyes.
"Are you all right?" As he sets both of the children beside me, he tilts his head to the side, and I bring both of my palms up and down my thighs.
"Of course I am," I lie again, putting on a phoney smile.
"You're hyperventilating, Nita."
"Oh. Would you look at that?" I put my palm on my chest, he grabs my wrist and leads me outside, avoiding Charli's questions.
I slip down the wall after snatching my wrist from Sorin's hand and allowing my lungs to take in the new air. I lean against the wall behind me and lay my head.
A sensory overload occurs from time to time. Over the last few months, it hasn't happened as frequently as it used to.
"I didn't think this would happen." Sorin crouches down ahead of me, and I chuckle to myself, raising my trembling hands to play with the edge of my skirt.
"Nita," He sighs "Are you okay?"
"Yeah yup yuppie, yeaa man." No, I'm not okay, I think to myself as I shake my head and notice a faint grin appear on his lips before they return to a straight line.
"Tell me Nita."
Would you look at me the same if I told you? Would you treat me differently? We don't know each other very well, therefore I'm not sure what your thoughts are on these issues. I don't know who you are.
"I- umh- you know." I stumble over my words multiple times in a row, and begin picking at my skin once more.
"Sensory overload," I murmur, my gaze falling on the lush grass beneath my feet. "The kids, the puppies, the kitchen music, the television, my hair, and my clothes,"
In confusion, he cocks his head to the side.
"I'm autistic Sorin, and I have autism level one."
He slowly nods his head up and down, his gaze falling on the wall behind me.
"Come with me, and I'll turn off the TV and the music, okay?" I respond with a hum, take another deep breath, and follow him back inside the house.
Well, I wasn't expecting things to turn out the way they did today.
-Semi edited-
