30 days with Genevieve

Ch. 4

30 Days with Genevieve.

Chapter 4

Day 4:

"Sean! Wake your lazy ass up! Mom is making quesadillas!" my little sister, Emma, yelled, waking me up.

"Got it!" I yelled back. I got up from my bed and got dressed. I walked out of my room lazily and walked downstairs. Once I was in the kitchen, I saw my mom.

"Good morning, dear," my mom said. I smiled and sat down on the kitchen table.

"Good morning, mom," I replied. I took the time to actually sit and chat because it was Saturday.

"Mom, did you put ham in my quesadillas?" Emma asked. My mom nodded and pointed at two quesadillas that were lying on a pan.

"Those are yours, honey," She said. Emma took the quesadillas and sat down next to me.

"What's up?" I asked her smiling. She just shrugged and took a bite of one of her quesadillas.

"Nothing," she answered after swallowing her food.

"Okay," I said simply.

"Sean, get your quesadillas!" My mom exclaimed. I stood up and took four quesadillas. They looked so delicious.

I sat down at the kitchen table again, and took a bite of my quesadilla. "It's delicious, mom!" I exclaimed with a smile on my face. My mom was the best cook ever!

"Thank you, dear." She said smiling. I continued eating my food while chatting with my mom and sister. I had completely forgotten how awesome it was to talk to them. Heck, a second with either one of them was worth more than all the money in the world.

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I took one last look at the house before knocking on it's wooden door. The flowers that covered the beautiful garden made the house look even more peaceful. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping Genevieve would open it.

The door opened, revealing a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was Genevieve's dad. I remembered seeing him around the school every now and then. He and Genevieve were identical, except for the fact that Genevieve had brown eyes. The man sighed and crossed his arms.

"What do you want, young boy?" He asked nonchalantly.

"I want to see Genevieve," I said. Genevieve's dad frowned and shook his head.

"Sorry, that won't happen," he said. My eyes widened as that phrase left his mouth.

"Why not? I'm just her friend," I said.

"I don't believe you," he said.

"Why not? I just want to take her to the park or something like that," I explained.

"Like in a date?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Um, I wouldn't call it a date," I said.

I was not lying, a date was usually between two people that liked each other. It was not that I didn't like Genevieve, it was just that she wasn't my type. Plus, she was not even able to stand me. She hated me!

"How do I know you aren't lying?" He asked.

"I guess you would just have to trust me..."

"I don't trust in teenagers. They only want one thing, and I bet you know what I'm talking about," he said. I nodded.

"Um, no. I have no idea of what you are talking about," I said, smiling innocently.

"Don't pretend to be innocent. It doesn't suit you," he said.