Swing

Chapter Thirteen

My mother sat there and looked Fiona up and down for a solid minute before saying anything. The first thing she asked was “That’s nice honey, but why is she here?”

“That was a little harsh mom, don’t you think?” I asked.

You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry for being so rude, please come in.”

After we were completely inside and sitting, Fiona said “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Frank.”

“Please, call me Cindy,” she said politely. “Robert, may I have a word with you?” she asked quickly.

I stepped off to the side where my mother went on a rampage about how she didn’t like people being at the house when she wasn’t expecting. She was also going on about how she would have to leave soon because she was going to work. When she finally stopped talking, I asked if she was done. She said yes and told me I had to hurry it up because she was leaving for work soon.

“Fiona is not going home tonight,” I told her. “Before you even start arguing with me this isn’t up for discussion. She has family problems and she needs a place to stay. If you want I will call dad over to keep an eye on us or something, but she isn’t leaving.” I told her firmly.

“Fine,” she said. “Nothing better happen though. If nine months from now you have a child it will be your ass on a platter.”

“I understand,” I told her as I gave her a kiss and walked her to the door.

Once she was out the door, I turned to Fiona and told her that we had the house to ourselves because my dad left and my mom was working until tomorrow night.

“So you’re telling me nobody is going to be home?” She asked.

“That is exactly what I’m telling you,” I responded.

“You know what we have to do then right?” she asked all excited.

“What?” I asked very nervously.

“We have to throw a party!” She screeched.

We both started laughing hysterically. After a few minutes of laughing we finally settled down and she asked if we could walk back to her house so she could get something to sleep in and something to change into once she wakes up. I told her we could do that if she wanted, but it wasn’t going to be necessary because neither one of us were going to sleep. She started laughing and then she grabbed my arm and we headed for the door. We weren’t two steps out the door before I asked her how she planned on getting them.

“I have access to my window from outside, I don’t normally lock it and nobody is allowed in my room,” she told me.

“Well as long as you have a plan,” I said.

“Yup,” she remarked.

We arrived at her house about ten minutes later and she said to wait outside. Then she ran and jumped up on a dumpster and did a half jump off the wall before grabbing the ladder that led up to her window. She was in and out faster than I could say baseball.

She slid down the wall and if I didn’t know better I would have accused her of being related to Spider Man. She finally got back to the sidewalk with a small duffel bag and said she had what she needed. On the way back home we talked about things that made us happy and things that pissed us off. It turns out that I had a lot more in common with Fiona than I thought I did.

We finally arrived back at my house and I opened the door for Fiona.

“Why thank you my good sir,” she said in what was possibly the worst British accent I have ever heard.

“Well of course my lady,” I played along.

We both started laughing and I showed her where she could set her stuff down.

“Awkward question time,” I heard Fiona say.

“Hmmm,” I responded.

“Can I see your room?” she asked quietly.

I sat up straight and looked at her. “That isn’t awkward, but that did catch me off guard,” I told her. “Give me a couple minutes to straighten a few things up and you can come see my room.”

I quickly ran inside and pushed things under my bed and into my closet. After about five minutes, everything was clean and I was giving Fiona a small tour of my room.

“I love your room,” she told me.

“What’s to love?” I asked her.

She told me she loved everything about my room. She went on and on about how big it was and how it was organized. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. You wouldn’t have thought it was organized about ten minutes ago, I thought.

After she got bored with my room, we went outside and I turned the Wii that my parents had on. I put it on Netflix and we watched one of her favorite television shows. From eleven that night until she fell asleep around four in the morning, we watched American Horror Story. Though I didn’t care about the show that much, I enjoyed spending time with her. She fell asleep on my shoulder and I pulled a blanket up on us as we cuddled for the rest of the night.