after my best friend's death

after my best friend's death-chp4

 It was Britta, our housekeeper. Her arms were laden with groceries enough to last us for months. She eyed us, clearly annoyed making Aaron uncomfortable. I knew Britta; we were going to laugh about this inside. Britta was like an older sister, I had grown up with her. We would be gushing about the kiss jut as we would close the door.

             Aaron was turning pink in embarrassment. He softly said that he’ll come to pick me up tomorrow. Britta raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at us, a small smile forming on her lips. I kissed his cheek in agreement. He seemed to forget about my fake-angry housekeeper for a second. He smiled back at me.

            Britta stomped her feet noisily towards the main door pulling out the keys. Aaron looked up and quickly hurried off. He waved one last time and drove off as he saw Britta glance at him.

            “So who’s that?”  Britta asked, grinning ear to ear. I trotted inside the house and took one a bag from her, whistling happily. “Someone has a boyfriend” she cooed from behind me, closing the door. I kept smiling mindlessly, putting the groceries away. “So what’s his name?” she asked as she entered the kitchen. “Aaron,” I breathed out giddily, reminiscing our kiss. “Aaron what?” she asked as she filled cornflakes into a cereal box beside me. “Um…I don’t know.” I frowned hoping the fact that I did not know anything about him wouldn’t be weird. Apart from the fact that he was in my school, we had four classes together, he was Greek-God hot and we held hands pretty much the whole day; I knew nothing about him.

            Britta caught hold of my shoulders forcing me to look at her. She was going to go all big sister/psycho freak on me and I knew it. I took in her petite body, her pink face and brown hair stuffed in a scruffy bun. Her brown eyes were narrowed angrily. “What do you mean?” she boomed out loud, her voice echoing in our large empty house. “Does he study in your school? He is a student though right? I’ve seen this type of things in movies. You didn’t just rebel right? I’m doing a background check on him. He had an exceptionally good car for a sixteen year old. He isn’t into illegal things is he? I have never seen him in town before.” Britta’s words were jumbling into each other.

             She had lost all control of herself as she paced across the kitchen calling someone. She spoke quickly about getting information about some kid called Aaron from my school. She was like one of those CIA agents on TV. I walked up to her telling her all I knew about Aaron. I told her about my day back to school, my new friends and the pity- party my old friends were throwing. She was sympathetic and loved the fact I was making friends and was going to go to a party.

            I ran to my room when I heard my phone ring. It was Renée. She was gushing about Jeremiah excitedly. She had a date with him that night. We spoke about dressing options and the upcoming party. She thanked me a million times till we finally cut the phone.

            Mom and dad were happy that I made new friends. They had been informed about my sudden outbursts in school and were worried about me. I saw mom toying with a smirk as I spoke about Aaron. She glanced at Britta who was hiding a smile herself. Dad was oblivious and engrossed in his business channel. They easily allowed me permission to go to Jerry’s party and were okay with me staying at Renée’s. They were glad that the probability of driving was cut out.  

            Aaron was my personal chauffer for the next few days. He drove me to school and we met all our friends on the front steps. My new friends were amazing. They helped me come back to life, to not feel alone anymore. Sure in the beginning they were cautious around me, keeping me away from places which would through me into a sea of untouched emotions. In a few days though I was alright.