Her Orange Dreadlocks

F.O.U.R. Teach Me

[Whew, I added SO MUCH to this chapter and changed some key parts but I feel like it will aid the story in the future.]

F.O.U.R.

Eliza was in her bedroom, sitting at her computer chair. She had come home to an empty house, assuming that her mother was gone due to something business related. She'd been painting for a little while but was too caught up in her thoughts about today's events to really focus. She was nervous about the talk she would inevitably have with her mother at dinner about her and Marilyn's not-date.

She scrolled through some of her emails and did some paperwork on one of the paintings she was in the process of selling, but soon found that she was relatively unable to continue focusing on that as well, and so she sat back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.

She was unaware of how long she had been sitting there before she heard her mother's voice from the bottom steps of the staircase, asking her to come down to the dining room. Sighing, Eliza stood and made her way out of her room.

"Hello Elizabeth! How was your day today?" Her mother cooed from the countertop where she was cutting garlic bread to go with the spaghetti she was cooking for dinner.

"Eventful to say the least, momma." Eliza mumbled, exhausted, sitting in one of the chairs at the dinner table. Eliza's eyes glanced at the chair where Marilyn had sat the night before and a blush crept up to her cheeks.

Mrs. Schroeder had placed a large serving platter of spaghetti in the center of the table and a tall glass of wine next to her own chair before placing the bread and a pitcher of water. Eliza had already grabbed a glass from the China hutch and began pouring water from the pitcher into her glass when her mother spoke, "How was your date with Mr. Warner?"

Eliza, expecting the conversation not to be so sudden, balked at her mother. "It wasn't--"

"Wasn't a date, I know. My apologies." Her mother stated knowingly, twirling spaghetti onto her fork. "But seriously how did it go?"

Eliza shrugged and began twirling noodles onto her own spoon before continuing, "Well it was awkward at first. He is here looking for talent for a tour he is planning on doing this year."

Mrs. Schroeder smiled and nodded, intrigued. "Oh, he's going on tour? That's awesome, when does he leave?" She asked.

"At some point in October is when he leaves, and he'll be gone for a year I think." Eliza explained, not quite sure if she should tell her mother about the proposition he made to her.

"Did you happen to talk about anything else?" Her mother pried.

Eliza knew she was talking about the house, and no, they hadn't discussed that at all. Eliza had actually completely forgotten about it until now.

"Well, yes…but we havent discussed his house yet. I'm waiting until the right time to talk about that." Eliza explained cautiously.

Her mother pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowing. "Well what else did you two talk about?" She asked her daughter sincerely.

Eliza sighed a little, leaning back in the chair and taking in another gulp of water before looking at her mom. "Well, he had me audition..." Eliza stated, eying her mother closely before continuing, "for a position as a singer."

Mrs. Schroeder blinked, and looked up from her plate softly. "My dear that is so fun! How did you do? I'm sure you knocked them off of their feet didnt you?" She cheered with a bright eye.