The Oh So Mind Boggling Tales of Ms. Sarcasm and Sherlock

Chapter Three

Once we had finally decided that we were better off out of the mud rather than in it, Mystery Boy suggested that we part to take a much needed shower. Going home was the last thing on my list today though, and he noticed my displeasure. He generously offered for me to come over to his place, and I gratefully accepted.  

I was welcomed into a warm, cozy, frantic house with walls of an assortment of earth tones, and the organized, yet messy feel to the place gave it a special aura. As we passed the kitchen, which must have been the largest room in the modest, two-story house, I noticed the beautiful, older Latino lady bustling around. Figuring she was Mystery Boy's mother, I introduced myself to her. 

"Hi! I'm Alicia. I just met who I'm guessing is your son, and he seems alright so far, but he hasn't even told me his name yet..." I chuckled with a broad grin lacing my lips. She seemed like a sweet motherly woman, I had already decided that I adored her, in case you hadn't noticed. 

"Oh Dear!" She gasped in surprise, "What did I teach him?" with a smile on her face. "I'm Serena and his name is Anders. Please don't mind his apparent lack of manners, as he has obviously not learnt anything." She just keeps getting better and better, doesn't she? I thought to myself, giggling a little. 

The smile on my lips grew larger, but I soon snapped out of my bubble as a shiver ran through me, reminding me that I'm soaking, caked in mud, and probably dirtying their home to no end. I made eye contact with Anders, sending a telepathic message that I have no clue where the washroom is. 

"Sorry for the mess I've created, but Anders offered for me to shower here. Thank you, by the way, for inviting me here." I said the last part to Anders, with gratitude heavy in my words. Going home would have meant questions, and questions would have led to answers, which I didn't want to hear, but it'd have to come out eventually. I know, I know, avoiding the truth is never good, but what if I'm not ready for it? Then what? 

Sensing my discomfort, Anders guided me to a bedroom on the first floor, and to the en suite inside. The bedroom was a nice, light, pastel blue-green and had a vase of artificial flowers on the wooden bedside table, accompanying the simple lamp. This was obviously the guest bedroom, seeing how the covers of the queen-sized bed were a neutral shade of yellow, good for all ages and genders, you know, all two of them (sarcasm intended).  

After my nice warm, rose-scented shower was finished, and I was de-mud-ified, I dried myself of, throwing my messy locks into a just-as-messy bunand walked out, realizing I had nothing to wear. Lying neatly folded on the bed I found a pair of shorts and a really cool Ramonds tank-top. I smiled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that everything there was my style and not completely girly. I changed into the clothes and exited the room, hoping to find Anders somewhere. 

As I made my way down to the kitchen, I noticed the delicious smell of fresh, home-made quesadillas and made a run for them. Serena whirled around in surprise. She sent a kind glance my way before speaking. 

"Hey honey, would you like one? And don't feel shy; I can see the look on your face." She said happily, moving swiftly around the cluttered kitchen to go grab me a plate. As she slid the hot quesadilla onto the green plate, I noticed Anders' footsteps travelling down the stairs. He walked straight into the room, glancing at me briefly before heading towards the stove, where a new quesadilla lay, ready to be served, and picked it up. He let out a yelp and released it back onto the stove.  

Scolding him, Serena handed my plate, complete with a dollop of sour cream and some salsa. I dug in as she gave him his, but not before stealing a bite of his, as a reprimand for trying to snatch it of the stovetop. I giggled softly at their behavior and went back to munching on my delicious quesadilla. It was the best I'd ever had; the cheese was nice and gooey and the salsa was fresh and home-made and everything was just perfectly seasoned, tasting like perfection. All I could think was yummm. 

"Thank you Serena, these are delicious! Is there any way I can get another one? Gosh, I feel so awful, intruding in your house, dirtying the place after you kindly welcomed me in, and then keep eating your food, which is amazing by the way, not to mention using who I'm guessing is guessing is your daughter's clo-" 

At that point, Anders was staring at me, mouth stuffed with cheesy goodness, at which I cracked up, and Serena sternly cut me off. 

"Nonsense, you really are a silly girl! You seem very sweet, and you are welcome here any time you need anything, whether it's a place to stay or some nice Mexican food, or a shower for that matter. Please don't feel like you're imposing on us, you're giving us some well-needed company, so please. It's my, and I'm sure Anders' too, pleasure." She said, strictly, but jokingly at the same time.  

I ducked my head in embarrassment. Goodness gracious! I really need to stop ranting like that! Anders, after getting over his shock, started laughing, out of control, so hard that he ended up on the floor, the last bite of his food forgotten. I decided to do something about this, so I ate it. Immediately, he shot up off the ground, sobering up, with a dead serious expression, so I went for the stairs. 

Running behind me, he tackled me once I entered what seemed to be his bedroom. I ended up taking his place laughing on the floor while he tickled me until tears were streaming out of my eyes. As a result of my uncontrollable movements, my knee collided with a very sensitive part of his body. He released me instantaneously and groaned in pain, rolling on the ground, clutching that very same area.  

Through my sadistic laughter, I managed to get out an "I'm so sorry" before letting my laughter take over again. After we both calmed down, I got him some ice and realized I knew nothing about him, other than that he was Mexican, his name was Anders, he liked dance, and he was really arrogant. I, naturally curious, decided to pose the question, though really shouldn't have. I was going to rue this moment forever. 

"How about a game of twenty questions?"

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Hey everybody (I'm saying everybody in a wierd accent in my head as I type it)! I'm sorry if there are any errors in it, but my editor has been busy this week, I'll have her look at it as soon as she can. I have a question for y'all though. Could you guys help me come up with some funny, original questions for twenty questions? First person to comment at all get a dedication, first one with a question for me gets a mention, so please help, if not for me, for yourself <3 Oh, and for some reason, Wattpad isn't letting me post the music video in the YouTube section, so it's in the external link. Ciao!

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thelittleblueinkpot