Leah puts the bag on the table she pulls out sausage rolls and colla. "I didn't know how many of you were moving in. So I bought two more. We all sit down at the table. Leah asks me questions about my hoobie what I plan for the future. I tell her I love to swim and read and I want to be a writer. "Really! Wow! I wish my Rick was ambitious as you". Rick groans. "Mom please not now!". "What? music is not a career". She tells him matter-of-factly. "Sorry. I know it's non of my business. I disagree. I think it is if your good at it and passionate enough about it. I think it can be a carreer. Loads of singers make money off it every day. Sorry thats just my opinion". I put my head down straight away. I glance at Rick he's smiling at his Can of Cola. Why did I say that!??! Should've just said nothing!!?!?!. Leah smiles. "That's okay Clarke. But do you think it's a wise move not to go to collage and go around the country waiting for someone to sign them". Leah asks me. "Oh no definitely not. Go to collage incase it doesn't work out". I answer her. "Hear that Luke". She says to her son. "Yeah Mom I heard". Leah and Aunt Allie go back to chatting. I Finish my sixth saugage roll, practically down my can of Cola and sit back nearly falling asleep. Leah voice bring me back. "Luke why don't you take Clarke for a walk show her around while me and Allie talk". Anxiety flows through me. Luke sighs. "Sure". I stay in my seat. Luke stops walking once he realises I'm not following. He turns back. "You comin' or what?". He says smiling. I finally get up and follow him. We walk along the desserted street in silence for what feels like two hours. I break the silence. "Sorry 'bout this". I say. "'Bout what?". He looks at me confused as if he's trying to sort out my crazy head. "That you have to spend your Saturday afternoon showing me around the neighbourhood that seems pretty boring." I say. "Nawh its fine and for what I've heard your more boring than the street". He smirks. "Hey I just got your mother off your back you should be thanking me not insulting me". I say after hitting him in the arm. "Oh yeah thanks. Why'd you do that anyway?". Rick asks me. "I didn't agree what she said". I say plainly. "You're really opinionated aren't you?". He asks. I just nod. There's that painful silence and again it's up to me to break it. "So why do you think I'm boring?". I ask him. "You like to read? Seriously? Come on its the 21st century". He replys. "When I read I get to live a new life every week. People like you only live one". I proudly say. "Whatever". He mutters. "I bet your life is way more boring". I tell him. "Me? How do you figure that?". He looks surprised. "Your probably one of those people who party every weekend andnd said party's always end with you getting with the girl with the shortest skirt in the bathroom. While you waste your class time by texting one of you friends say that you banged whatever-her- name-was at the weekend". He stares at me stunned. "Did I get it right?". I ask him. "On the dot, and that isn't I have my pick of girls and I'm on one every weekend how is that boring?". "You go to a party and get with a girl same routine". I pause. "You my friend are a stereotype. The player". I say. Right then I was sure I was going to get a punch in the face but then Rick says. "Wait you think I'm hot?". He says happy with himself. "No and is that all you got from that?". I ask him. "No being a player sounds hot!". He smiles. "That's your favourite word isn't it". I say annoyed. Rick laughs. "Your a stereotype to you know. The Tomboy". He says grinning. "Yeah but there's a difference I don't spend all my time playing or thinking about sports. I only like one". I say thinking I got him beat. "Your dressed like one". He points at my attire. "They're comfy and this is my brothers jumper". I explain. "You have a brother?". Rick asks. "Yep he's back in Ireland in collage". I explain. "Wait your from Ireland?". He asks surprised. "Yeah how do you explain the accent?". Rick shrugged. "How come your Mom's American?". He asks. "She's not my Mum she's my Aunt. She moved to Ireland years ago when we were born". I tell him. "Why?". Rick asks. "Non of your business". I say sternly. "Oh come on". He says. I say nothing. "I bet your story's are boring anyway ". I kick him in the leg again still looking ahead as we walk. "Ow! I've known you for an hour and you've already hit and kicked me". I laugh. Two girls where practically nothing walk by. "Hey Rick". They say flirtatiously. "Hey". He says as his eyes follow them behind us. To the result of him not looking where he was going he slams into a mailbox. I laughed. Alot! "You could've of warned me". He said rubbing his ribs. "I thought you needed a big jolt back to earth". I say grinning. "Yeah cause I was look at two huge planets! Ooh!". He holds up his hand for me to high-five it. "That's degrading women". I say sternly not high fiving him. "Oh please they want me look them. They like it. You'd like it to if that jumper wasn't so long". Rick grins. "No I wouldn't! I'd call you a pervert which you are by the way". We turn to walk back. "Perverts are old guys that aren't getting it anymore". Rick tells me. "Wrong! Perverts can be anyone who stare and make comments about girls genitals like you". The rest of the way back we argued the definition of pervert. We stop at a place that isn't mine. "Well this is me. The shortcut to your house is straight up the road and to the right cross the courtyard and your there". I nod and keep walking. The cheek of him! Not walking me the rest of the way! I bet if I was wearing a tank top and shorts he would. Manwhore! He's right though t didn't take long to get home with the shortcut he gave me. I remove Rick from my thoughts and walk in the door. I come through the door. "Aunt! I'm home". Aunt Allie runs out and hugs me. "What's going on?". I ask confused. "You were gone for 2 hours where were you? I tried to call you but you left your phone". She asks nearly shouting. "It's not a big deal! I'm fine I was probably busy arguing with Rick. Like you said I didn't have my phone". She lets go of me but then grabs my face. "Clarke you are in a strange place you were walking with a older man you haven't met before! Yes it is a big deal. "One year older! And he doesn't qualify as a man". "Clarke!" she says sternly. "Ok I'm sorry". She embraces me again. "Go and unpack until four room is the first one I the right. I put all your boxes upstairs then get ready for dinner with Scott and wear the dress". I groan. "Clarke!". She shouts again. "Ok. Ok". I say scrambling upstairs.
In all the time I've known her she's never acted like that before. Motherly-like I see her more of a sister. The room is huge, all white, the matress is on the floor but I don't mind. It looks thick I jump on it like you usually do at hotels. It's the softest thing I've ever lay on in my life. I lie there for twenty minutes and then begin to unpack.
