Property

Lasagna

Isobelle's POV

As my mom disappears to the kitchen, I'm left alone with Sebastian in the hallway.

I clear my throat meaning to break the silence but I sounded like a choking walrus. He didn't seem to notice, which I was glad for.

"You're mom seems nice." He says in his husky voice. I nod my head in agreement but quickly stopped doing so the minute I realised I probably looked like an idiot agreeing about how nice I thought my mom was.

"Um, yeah...listen, you don't have to stay for dinner if you're busy. I mean, it's not that I don't want you to stay, I really do, it's just that I don't want to keep you or anything and-" oh god! I was babbling!

I quickly stopped myself but the words were already out of my mouth, there was no way to take it back now. I feel like the biggest idiot alive! Did I seriously just admit how I really wanted him to stay? He probably thinks I'm desperate. Ugh what's wrong with me??

An echo of laughter fills the hallways catching me off guard. I was too busy mesmerising myself with his laugh to think that he was laughing at me. I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little with him.

"It's okay Isobelle, I'm not busy." He shrugs as his laughter dies out. I want to ask him why he was laughing, but I didn't. Although the question was killing me. Did he think my constant babbling was laughable?

"It's Belle. I mean, most people call me Belle." I correct him. Honestly I don't know why I'm complaining, I actually liked the way he says my name. No ones ever used my full name before, not even my mom because she knows I didn't like it...but coming from Sebastian's lips, I didn't just love it, I was addicted to it.

He looks down at me with a serious tone on his face and a half smile that could make any women alive faint.

"Well I'm not most people, am I Isobelle?" His answer surprises me.

What did he mean by that?? And why did he say my name like that?

Our eyes were locked on each other, I couldn't look away. The way he was staring at me...I've never been stared at the way he was looking at me right now. Maybe I was imagining it, but I swear he was suddenly so much closer to me. I thought for a second he was going to lean over and kiss me. I wanted him to.

"Are you guys still there?" My moms voice made me jump and I could tell I wasn't the only one caught off guard by my moms interference because Sebastian straightened himself up and cleared his throat.

"I think we should set up the table, before your mom finishes with the lasagna." He says and I willingly nod my head agreeing.

I guide him to the dining table, which in all honesty my mom and I never really used. We usually just grabbed our food and watched in front of the tv or most of the time she's working so I ate alone.

Sebastian stood right in front of the door as I walked to the cupboard to grab some plates, knives and forks. I couldn't deny the awkwardness. It was unbearable, but I managed to suck it up. I set the things on the table and he helped me spread them across the little table that held five chairs.

When we finished setting up the table I guided him to the living room. He automatically walked over to the small table that held pictures.

"You don't look like your mom." He comments. I walk over to where he was standing next to him trying to figure out which picture he was looking at.

"A lot of people say that. I think I got my looks from my dad." I say honestly.

"Your dad? Is he coming home soon?"