Personality Whore

3. Sew, how's it going?

3. Sew, how's it going?

    I slid out of my truck and shut the red door of the old Chevy truck, then made my way up onto the porch of Nick's house. It wads similar to mine, but this one had the sense of a large family, where as mine had the feel of a small but loving family, I smiled, our homes were almost completely opposite. 

     I knocked on the door for courtesies sake, I knew the door was unlocked just like every other door in Saunders. A familiar, feminine voice called from within, invited me into the home. I opened the door and smiled at the scene before me. 

     A middle-aged women with greying blond hair and a loving smile sat on a couch, she was accompanied by an elder woman with snow-white hair and a wrinkly, smiling face. They were sewing what seemed to be a quilt of many colors and designs. I smiled Mrs. Johnson and Nana were Nick's mother and grandmother. Nick was lying on the couch playing with a young girl with wild black hair, his four-year-old sister. He smiled at me as I entered the room. 

     I jumped over the back of the couch and landed neatly between the two older women with a smile.

"Sew ladies, how's it going?" I said cracking another one of my lame jokes. 

"I swear, Hermione, your jokes get lamer every day." Nick said setting up and setting the girl on the floor.

"Now Nicholas," his grandmother said sweetly, "how could you call such a lovely girl lame." 

     Her smooth, wrinkly hand patted my cheek in a motherly kind of way, I pretend too swoon at her compliment. The act earned a smile from the old woman.

"Oh honey, why are you setting over here with us old coots?" Nana said sweetly, Mrs, Johnson laughed at her mother's comments. "Wouldn't you want to be setting over there with your boyfriend Nicholas?" 

     I heard Nick choke on his Sprite and his mother laugh. I practically snorted, this woman was loosing it. 

"Nana, we're just friends. Always have been, always will be. Nothings ever going to change that. We're never going to date." I said laughing. She looked at me innocently. I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Um, I think I heard Bella call for me." Nick said queitly, standing up quickly and heading out of the room.

"But Nick," his mother began, but he was already gone."Bella is right here." she finished. 

     His mother gave me a pat on the hand and reassured me that I had said nothing wrong, Nick had just been a little off lately. I sighed and stood up.

"I guess that's my cue to go." I said sadly.

What was wrong with Nick? I thought as I headed towards the door.

"Honey, don't be down about what Nana said. Go talk to him, he's your best friend." his mother said kindly after me. I smiled at her and turned around. Then headed towards the stairs to the children's rooms.

     I made my way up the stairs and peeked in Nick's room. The full size bed was empty, so was the room. I sighed and started back down the stairs.

"I just don't get it Sam," Nick's voice floated down the hall from his older brother's room. I backtracked quickly and stood outside the door. I felt bad for ease dropping, but I had to know what was wrong with my best friend.

"What's not to get, bro?" came his brothers calm reply.

     I dared a peek in the room, Sam was lying on his bed tossing a baseball into the air, Nick was setting in a desk chair, his elbows on his knees and face in his hands.