Two Lives. One Boy.

Chapter 5-"Give the girl or your dad's dead."

I pulled up my high waisted jeans which was a light shade of blue, threw on a cherry patterned crop top and a jeans jacket. Yeah, I looked pretty summerish. I know that's not a word but seriously I'm nervous. Well, I'm usually nervous, aren't I?

I quickly put on a shade of red lip gloss, flattened down my hair so it was positioned in a fringe-like way instead of gelling it up and smiled, my greenish-blue eyes glowing.

I was going to Christopher's house. Crazy I know. He'd just called me the other day and said that we have to work on the group project so yeah there I was, getting ready to go work on a geometry project with Christopher Alford.

I kinda wanted to make a good impression to his parents and in case they're  stereotypical, I covered my tattoos with my long sleeved jeans jacked and sighed. I took an apple in case I got hungry and rushed out the door. I could hear my mum mowing the lawn in the back garden and raised my voice saying that I'm going to my classmate's place for homework. She didn't reply so I took that as 'okay' and walked down the road, glad that he didn't live too far away as I don't have a car or  a motorbike. I don't even have a bicycle! Well I actually do have one but I used to ride that when I was like seven which is pink with Barbie stickers. Yeah, I'd rather walk.

My birthday was coming up in around a month and maybe I'll pick up the courage to ask my mum for a bike and who knows she might actually buy one. Around fifteen minutes passed, I turned left onto a street and right at the end, Christopher's house stood. It wasn't too small, it wasn't too big. Just a typical house really.

I strolled up to the door and paused. I bit my lip and pressed my finger to the doorbell, fidgeting as I waited. The chime which occurred after I had pressed the button was quite loud and I could hear it ringing faintly in my ears as his mum slowly opened the door and furrowed her eyebrows.

I responded to her confusion by saying, "Is Christopher Alford around? I'm working on a project with him and-"

"Ah yes of course! Come in!" She cut me off which I thought was pretty rude but I didn't dwell on it.

The interior of the house was cosy with cloth sofas and a fairly large TV. Many curios and photos were positioned on shelves and showcases and larger photos and paintings hung from the wall. I quickly looked at the many pictures of Christopher and another boy who I assumed to be his brother or possibly a child hood friend and smiled. He was adorable.

"He was a cute lil boy wasn't he?" his mom smiled, gazing at the photos I was just looking at. "Uh yeah he was." I smiled and felt like adding, 'he still is' but obviously didn't. "And you're a very pretty girl. Your hair is unique, I like it!" She said while forcing a cookie into my hand, "I love to bake, please try this and tell me how it tastes!" I nodded and took a bite of the cookie which wasn't too hard and not too soft and crumbly either. The chocolate bits melted in my mouth and I smiled brightly, "It's delicious! Really, it's amazing!"

His mum's face lit up. I really did like her, she seemed like such a nice woman. "Oh God I forgot! How stupid am I?! What's you name honey?"

"Adrianna. Call me Adria."

"Ah that's a beautiful name. Call me Sarah," she smiled while making her way into a  study and gesturing to me to go upstairs.

"Thank you," I muttered after her and nodded while I glimpsed a boy coming down the stairs, I assumed it was Christopher and spun around. A boy looking pretty similar to Christopher and must I add good looking as well looked and me and tilted his head. "You must be Adria!" He exclaimed grabbing a cookie and stuffing it in his mouth while coughing because it was too big. I laughed. Boys.

I quickly passed a glass of water to him and he managed to splutter a 'thank you' in between coughs. Once he'd recovered I asked, "You're Christopher's brother, right?"