Car Crash Hearts

Unexpected Meetings

Unexpected Meetings

The heat of the summer washed into the living room by the breeze of the open back door. The heat was nice compared to the AC. I stepped onto the back deck pulling my floppy sun hat over my blond curls. The summer felt nice against my icy skin, but the sun blinded my too green eyes and after a couple minutes I could feel the rays hitting my porcelain skin harshly. I breathed in the smell of my mum's flower bed that she paid other people to tend to, never actually touching the soil herself.

"Hello, is anybody home?" I distantly heard a male voice coming from the direction of the front door.

I put on my sun glasses as I made my way through the house leaving the door open behind me. The person at the door knocked for what I was guessing was not the first time.

"Hello, can I help you?" I pulled open one of the dark oak doors.

On the other side stood a boy no older than myself, it was hard to be one hundred percent sure with my glasses on but he looked very familiar to me. I reached up pulling down my glasses pushing some angel white hair out of my eyes.

"Oh, wow- umm," the boy who I could see clearly now, seemed to be in shock looking at me.

"Can I help you?" I tried again noticing the similarities between the two of us.

His too green eyes flickered back to mine, and he tugged on his white blond curls before he spoke. "Umm sorry to bother you, but this wouldn't happen to be the Bennett residence would it?" He smiled the corner of his eyes crinkling.

"Yes it is, are you looking for someone?" I asked leaning on the door handle thinking he wanted one of my friends who practically lived here.

"Umm kind of, are you Robin?" He tugged his hair again.

"Yes I am, would you like to come in?" I asked opening the door a little wider.

"Yeah I'd love to," he stepped over the thresh hold but didn't come in any farther than the door mat. "Umm are your parent's home?" He rubbed the back of his head a little nervously.

I smiled at him, he looked nervous, and unsure. "Yeah just give me a second and I will go get them." I ran up the stairs tripping on the hardwood beneath my feet.

When I made it to my parent's room my mum was sitting at her small upright piano, her dark hair tied in a tight pony tail and my dad was setting up his chest board mouth framed in dark stubble open like he had just been speaking. The silence that descended at my arrival was so heavy it was like I gained ten pounds walking into the room.

"Mum, dad someone is down stairs for you." They looked confused but got up to follow me none the less.

I reached the front door where the boy was still standing before my parents. "They are right behind me," I smiled watching him twist his fingers together.

I heard a sharp intake of breath as I watched the boy's head swivel around to the stair case. I turned to see my mum with her hand covering her mouth and my dad behind her looking shocked. Which was hard to do considering my lawyer mother never shows emotion and my doctor father isn't supposed to be shocked.

"How did you find us?" My mum was the first to recover.

"My parents," the boy's face was hard, almost angry.

"We made a promise, did they tell you that? How did you find out?" My dad asked putting his hand on mum's shoulder.

"The attic, there were papers that I was never supposed to find." He slipped his hands into his pockets shoulders slumping.