"Why do you spend so much time in your room? You never leave it. It's not like you are a prisoner." My mother commented as I descended the stairs. "You have your license, you have a car. Go drive to your girlfriends or watch a movie with your friends."
I rolled my eyes, "Mum, you know just as well as I that Ashley does not like me for love, that she is only with me for popularity and social status." I reached for the fridge door, opening it on the search of food.
"Then why don't you break up with her. You never did look happy with her. I mean, you never bring her home."
"She has been here before." I protested poking out my tongue in her direction. Reaching for a plate of leftover pasta.
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Once! For gods sake Tristan! One time. And when she was here the door was open the whole time. No form of privacy for you two."
I scrunched my face up, like I had just bitten a lemon. "Eeeeewwww! Mum you know I love you, but stay out of my love life." I stood, food in hand, I shut the fridge door, ready to head back to my room.
"I'm your mother, I will get involved in whatever I want." she remarked taking a step towards me. "I'll be taking that." She said as she slipped the plate out of my hands and back into the fridge.
She grabbed me by the shoulders, twisted me to face the door and gave me gentle shove.
"Go on, go outside and meet up with one of your friends."
"I'm broke Ma, what are we gonna do? Chat for hours like girls do?"
"Maybe you should get a job." she teased shuffling towards her purse and extracting a fifty dollar note. "I expect change mister." She demanded opening the door in a suggestive way.
I huffed. "Bye Ma." I reached over and grabbed a pale blue t-shirt from the pile of clean clothes on the bench, and placed it in whilst walking out the door.
I pulled my phone out form my pocket, turning it on and opening my contacts to James' number, I typed;
'Hey mate, Ma wants me out of house, wanna watch baseball in park? Bring money, there's hot dogs.'
I returned my phone to its alcove in my pocket. Seconds later it pinged rapidly to alert my of his reply. I reached for my phone, freezing mid movement. My eyes has caught a glimpse of something. A glimpse of someone. I stayed frozen in place, my eyes fixed to the spot. Long dark waves of curly hair cascaded down her back, reaching just above her hips, her thin legs only covered by small denim shorts. A flows of a white crop top was visible though the hair. My jaw dropped. Each curve was perfectly defined, round and faintly tanned by the sun. What I wouldn't give for her to turn around so I could get a better view of everything.
