Surviving the Payne's

Chapter 2: Trouble

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Chapter 2: Trouble

Pamela showed me around the house and told me about its historical significance. She was a major in history and wants to do something in that field one day.

That made me think. What will I do in the my future? What do I like to do? My father wants me to take over the company, but I really had no interest in that business. I like sports, especially swimming… but my father said to be realistic.

Anyway. I found out that this house belonged to an old World War II veteran and his wife. They bought this house in 1945 and lived here ever since. But they weren’t able to have any kids. They didn’t want to adopt either and lived with each till death did them apart. The veteran died of a heart attack one morning, which left his wife in complete sorrow and mental disease for the rest of her life. She hadn’t died yet, but is now eighty and lives with her sister’s kids. She still thinks that her husband is alive. I kind of feel sorry for her; pity rarely visits me. I would’ve adopted if it were me though.

Pamela and I were standing out on the balcony in the backyard. She had tight skinny jeans on, a white blouse and a Trent Coat over. She looked pretty hot, but nerdy at the same time. It was a nice view.

Speaking of nice views, I turned my attention to the backyard. It was small and ended with a steep slope, huge trees covered in blankets of snow, shadowing the view of the sky. There was a small pool for kids in the corner, a blanket covering it to prevent the snow from entering. 

 I was pissed when I learned that they didn’t have a real pool. I know that it’s cold outside for swimming, but I use the hot tub in the winter over at my house. I loved the water, swimming especially—it made me feel calm; once I stepped in, all my worries just went out the window. Best of all was that I could hold my breath under water for fifteen minutes, which Louis timed me for…

Fuck. He was probably lying to me then too. I mean, how can I trust him? Plus, now I had no idea if I could really stay under water for that long? I have to do it again. But it doesn’t matter. I would do anything in water—that’s how much I love it.

“It sucks that you don’t have a pool…” I said, sighing.

“Sorry about that. The backyard is too small—we only have the kiddy one. There’s an indoor swimming pool close by though. Maybe I can take you one day,” she said, pink rising in her cheeks. I’m not sure if it was from the cold or by the fact that she asked me out. I smirked.

“That would be nice. When should we go?” I asked as a small snowflake landed on the white railing of the balcony.

“What about next weekend?”

“That’s cool.”

“Make sure to bring warm clothes. Do you like to swim?” she suddenly asked. I looked down on the visible hot air coming out my nose, and looked back at her, cocking the smile that brings girls weak to their knees.

“Yep!” I popped the ‘p’ at the end, “What about you?”

“I love it. But I’m not very good at it…” she said sadly, running her hands through her short hair.  

“I can teach you,” I said, leaning on the railing, smirking. She smiled brightly, her cheeks reddening. She has side bangs, which captures her brown eyes very well. See, these are the kind of girls I like. Smart, pretty, quiet, and loves the things I love.