Soundtrack for the winter

7: Better watch out better cry out loud

CHAPTER SEVEN

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"I-"

"I-"

We said at the same time. Almost exactly on point. I widened my eyes and looked away from him, taking a breath.

Breathe, Don't get nervous around this guy, Raine!

But my anxiousness quickly died off when I heard him groan impatiently as he tapped his finger onto the table. I became more serious, annoyed at his impatient and childish attititude.

"Yes?" My voice sounded monotoned.

"You said you wanted to know about my relationship with Cale." He sighed.

Bravo, Alastor. You're trying to save yourself from embarrassment, aren't you?

I nodded, constantly avoiding my eyes away from him. I picked up my pen and started writing stuff. I didn't even know what the hell I was writing anymore.

"Well, the bastard happens to be my cousin. Happy?" He spoke in his low, grumpy voice, using his hands to supoort his weight on the table. I leaned away slightly when I sniffed the faint smell of his ridiculous cologne as he moved a little closer.

I hummed in response, shrugging. "Peachy."

He responded with a 'good'.

More like he grunted out the word.

He thankfully stood up to his full height, but made him look like a freaking giant from where I was. He opened his mouth slightly as if about to say something else, but he quickly got rid of it and shook his head, disapprovingly. He started to turn and strode away, leaving me staring after him like the confused teenage girl I was. What's all that about?

I knew something bad was going to happen soon. And it definitely had to be him.

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"I'm home! Mom-"

I bust the front door open, to see the Television switched on, as usual. What surprised me was my mother in the kitchen, talking with someone. I thought it was my dad, but that voice sounded so.. Different and strange.

"Mom?"

There were soft murmurs in the direction of the kitchen and I went over to find out. I least expected to see a guy who looked around his forties, sitting on a bar stool of our kitchen. My mom stood behind the fridge, raiding the shelves for something.

"Hi?"

"Oh hey honey!" My mom yelled in surprise and rushed towards me to give me a tight embrace. I hugged her back briefly and eyed the man who was smiling, looking at us with affection.

"This is Samuel, my colleague. I invited him over for dinner." My mom explained, "we've known each other for years - he had been in the same high school as me too." She beamed.

"Oh! Nice meeting you, sir." I put out my hand and he gladly took it.

"And you as well, Raine. Although I'd prefer you call me Sam." He smiled warmly. I nodded and pulled our hands away.

"Mom, where's dad?" I joined my mother by the fridge and watched as she searched and picked out different ingredients.

"He's in the study, sweetie. And if you're looking for Lawrence, he's in his room." She said.