Make a move

Chapter 2 - "Old School"

A/N: This is more of a filler that's why it's so short. Sorry, I know it's crap and I'm trying my hardest not to bore you! Thanks for reading anyway! :D

~ P.S. :3

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I entered my apartment and dumped my drenched umbrella in the corner. There was only one thing I hated more than Mondays. Rainy Mondays. My feet ached as I hauled myself into the kitchen where I dumped the bags filled with groceries on the counter. I cursed quietly as I slipped out of my shoes and massaged my feet.

“Damn weather.”

“Language young lady.” I jumped out of my skin as I heard my mother’s warning coming from the living room. She was seated on the sofa with my dad looking at me crossly. Across from them sat, what I assumed to be, a couple with a small girl on the floor next to them. She was contently playing with a doll.

“Um… hello?” I said rather awkwardly. My dad tilted his head slightly suggesting for me to come closer. I held out my hand regaining my composure. “My name is Ebony.”

“Kevin Nolan.” The man said with a smile as he shook my hand. “This is my wife Cynthia and our little girl, Flora.” Cynthia shook my hand whereas Flora just stared at me with big curious eyes.

“Kevin and I used to go to college together.” My dad stated, clearly reading my mind.

“Would you like anything to drink?” I inquired eyeing up their empty glasses on the table. At first they refused my offer politely until my mum persuaded them that it wasn’t any trouble and that they should share a bottle of red wine between them. I went into the kitchen to fetch my best wine glasses, which was a task in itself, and a bottle of red wine.

“Where’s Jenna?” I asked no one in particular as I rummaged around the kitchen.

“She’s in her room.” My mum stated matter-of-factly. On normal days I would have yelled through the whole apartment to grab her attention, but since we had guests I decided against it and went upstairs like a normal person instead. I didn’t even bother knocking on her door; I just casually walked in to find her sprawled on her bed listening to her I-Pod.

“Ever heard of knocking?” She sneered while taking her headphones off.

“Can you help me downstairs?” I asked ignoring her glares.

“With what?” She got up from her bed with a sigh; clearly not keen on the idea of helping.

“I need to find those wineglasses. You know, the nice ones from grandma?” She nodded her head in acknowledgement.

“Did you check in the cupboard in the hallway?”

“Uh… yes?” My response sounded more like a question than a definite answer. She rolled her eyes.

“I’ll check that cupboard. You get the nice wine we received last year from Aaron.”

“How did you know they wanted wine?” I asked rather stupendously.

“Well, I assumed that they weren’t going to be drinking coffee out of fancy wineglasses.” She spat as she briskly shoved passed me and disappeared down the stairs. I went into the spare bedroom, which was filled with things from Christmas decorations to everyday household appliances, and searched for the wine bottle along the shelves. I heard the doorbell ring followed by Jenna shouting ‘I’ve got it!’

After finally digging up the wine bottle I headed downstairs to find 4 wine glasses set up on the counter, not 5.

“Guess that’s my cue not to drink…” I muttered quietly to myself. Skillfully balancing the 4 glasses and a plate of appetizers I headed over to the living room. “Orders up!” I exclaimed with a smile.

“Show off…” I heard Jenna murmur with a grin on her face. I winked at her as a response.

“Oh, Ebony!” Cynthia spoke up abruptly, “This is my son, Nathan.” She indicated to a tall, blond figure standing by her side. I set the appetizers and wine glasses on the table before holding out my hand for boy to shake. I looked up at his face and let out a small gasp.

“Nathan Young.” He said shaking my hand, oblivious to the fact that we had met before.

“Ebony Malloy…” I replied weakly. What was this guy doing in my house?

“Do I know you?” He asked furrowing his brow. I held up my fist, there were still bruises on my knuckles from my ‘friendly’ encounter with Nirvana two days before, causing a grin to spread along his features.

“You two know each other?” Kevin asked incredulously.

“Not really,” I answered hastily, “I just bumped into him at the café.” Nathan nodded in agreement. The conversation was dropped and both our parents started talking about the ‘old college days’.

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After a couple of hours we said goodbye to the Nolan family. What I didn’t understand was why Nathan had used the surname Young, but I didn’t let it irk me much. Our parents left soon afterwards.

“What do you want to do?” Jenna asked me as we did the dishes together. I shrugged casually.

“It’s up to you. Don’t you have homework or something?” She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Jen?” I asked sternly.

“Yes I do, but it’s probably not for tomorrow…” I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t care Jen, it’s your reputation. Just don’t come whining to me when it doesn’t work out.”

“Yes mother.” She glared at the dishes as she dried them making me laugh. “What?” She snapped.

“If you keep looking at the plates like that they’re gonna crack.” I could see a faint smile on her lips proving to me that she wasn’t such a bad teenager after all.