My Life As Teenage Nerd

Chapter 4 - Rich Boy

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Felix's other house was big. It had three bathrooms, three bedrooms, a full kitchen and living room, plus a bar. When we'd pulled up, I accidentally muttered a few choice words in front of my grandmother, who shook her head, smiling. I helped her out of her side, an arm around her shoulders as we made our way up the front steps. It was by no means a fancy house, but much better than what I have ever lived in. Felix brought our things in, and put me in the biggest room. Aubuela got the second biggest, and he was staying with us for a bit, and demanded he get the smallest bedroom. When I asked why he was staying, he just shrugged.

"I want to make sure Trint and Baxter don't find you guys." He said, putting cereal into one cupboard. I nodded, silently thanking him as I went to check on Aubuela. She was flipping through Netflix on the TV when I came in.

"Looking for 'NCIS'?" I asked, and she smiled, nodding.

"Yes, Isabella. Could you help me, mi bonito?" She asked, her frail hand giving me the remote. I found it, and she started season seven. I smiled as she beamed at Mark Harmon, and walked back out to Felix, who was cooking dinner.

"I could have done this. You didn't have to." I said, smelling the variety of spices. I looked to see what it was, and smiled at the spaghetti. It was one of my favorite meals.

"I wanted to. And you're technically my guests, so you shouldn't have to cook or work while you're here, so have your grandmother lay back and relax. I'll be over here after school everyday until Baxter and Trint drop their grudges." He said, turning back to the sauce. I snuck one of the fresh plates, heading back to Aubuela's room. She smiled.

"Gracias mi bonito." She said, taking the plate.

"I'll tell Felix." I replied, and she nodded. I made what seemed like my millionth trip back to the kitchen, and Felix handed me a plate this time.

"Is your grandmother allergic to anything?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"That woman's got a stomach like a goat. Nothing." I said, planting myself on the couch. He sat next to me, turning on the TV and going to Netflix. When he turned on 'Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D', I almost hugged him. He was a few episodes behind me, and we had each gotten to episode eleven in season two by the time we finished eating. I still couldn't believe where he stopped. I groaned, mentally strangling the directors and writers. WHY????

"Well, that escalated quickly." Felix commented as I slurred huge amounts of insults at the writers, laughing. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and I pushed him over, getting up and setting my plate in the sink. He did the same, and I set myself up on the counter.

"So, what do you think happened to Raina? The girl in the flower dress?" I asked. His eyes widened.

"Well I have no idea. All I remembered was Trip. I am so mad." He said, raking a hand through his messy hair. I found myself smiling whenever I looked at him, and I mean really looked. His eyes were almost aqua they were so blue, a turquoise color. His shaggy brown hair was pushed up a bit in the front, and he was seemingly impossible to read. I smiled again, and found him smiling back. We kind of sat there in the silence, staring. Finally, I hopped down, walking over to the sink and starting on the dishes. A hand caught my shoulder, stopping me.

"Guest, stop. I will do these." Felix said, a sort of 'I won't give you a choice' tone to his voice. I shook my head, turning to face him.

"I am not going to sit around useless, while you do everything. I simply cannot." I said, crossing my arms and leaning back against the counter. He smiled, placing his hands on the counter behind me.