Travelling In Love

Chapter 4

I was sitting at a long table where at least 18 people could be dining at. Matthew was sitting at the head of this long table and I was sitting at the other head, and in the middle stood a large bouquet of flowers. The sight of it was ridiculous. As Matthew shove a spoonful of what God knows what in his mouth, I stood up, took my plate and walked to the other side of the table.

"What are you doing?" Matthew looked at me with a surprised face.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that we are eating but we can't even see or hear each other properly?" I said while sitting down next to him.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then closed it again. I chuckled.

"So, tell me something about yourself." I said to break the silence.

"What is it you want to know?" He replied.

"I don't know, something about your family, or where you came from?"

"Well.. My mother died when I was 14, and my father wasn't around quite often at that time, so it was always my brother and I, and our housekeeper."

I looked at him, he lost his mother too, but I didn't want to think about it, so I asked him where he came from.

"I was born just outside London, but after my mother died we moved over here. This house officially belongs to me, but my brother lives here too. And my father is always on the road, but sometimes he visits us."

I nod, and then there is a silence. Just as I stuff my mouth full with garlic bread, Matthew asks me something.

"Now it's your turn to tell me something about yourself, like your last name or something."

I choked "my last name?" I quickly chewed the last bit of what I had in my mouth. "If you want to know, it's McJones." It sounded weird to say that out loud.

"McJones? That's interesting. I've heard of that before, where exactly are you from?" He questioned.

"My grandparents are from London, but I don't have a clue how you could recognise it."

The rest of our meal we were chatting about everything, about his brother, or my stepmother, or the weather outside. When we were finished my tummy was almost exploding.

"The food was delicious" I say as we walk trough the house.

"I'm glad you liked it, we have our own chef you know, so the food is always good." Matthew said as he opened a door that led us to the garden.

He took me outside to the maze. The maze where I bumped into him. But it wasn't really a maze, because it had patterns in it. It was starting to get dark. When we reached what I guess was the middle of this garden, I looked around. It was beautiful here, in the middle of the open space was a fountain, surrounded by stone benches in a circle. There were flowerbeds everywhere.

Matthew sat down on one of the benches, and I walked around the fountain. "Why don't you join me here Rikkie?" I heard Matthew say.

I smiled as I walked over to the bench where he was sitting. He said something, but I couldn't hear what. All I could see were his lips that spoke words to me. Instead I heard a beaming sound. The sound got louder and louder. The last thing I saw was the ground coming closer and Matthew running towards me from the corner of my eye.

I was now staring at the familiar ceiling of my room. My alarm clock beamed at it's loudest. I swung my arm over to the annoying thing and hit it with my hand to shut it up. 6:30. I must have forgot to turn it off. Now wide awake I jumped out of bed and turned my computer on. A headache started to strike me, mainly because I jumped out of bed too fast, I thought.

Too curious I went to google  and searched for Matthew. I couldn't remember his last name. 30.000 hits. I can't find anything about him without his last name. I try to think about it. What was it? All I remember is that it had something with yard in it. Delyard? No. Rinyard? I don't have a clue.

I sigh. Maybe I just have to let it go and don't make such a big deal out of it.

Suddenly I heard some noise from downstairs, my father is going to his work I assume. I look at the clock, it's  a little past eight. The time went by without me even noticing it.

I turned my computer off and went to the bathroom for a quick shower, but when I looked into the mirror there was a scratch on my temple. I felt the hairs in my neck standing up. Just before I woke up I fell. And then my knee, I felt dizzy. I cleaned the wound and turned the shower on. Maybe I just bumped my head in my sleep.

I blow-dried my hair and walked downstairs. As I went to the kitchen to see if my dad was still at home my phone rang. I got a text from Jennifer, the early bird she is.

"Let's go to the cinema today, there is a new film with Will Smith and I'm dying to see it!"

That's my Jennifer, always full of enthusiasm.

"Couldn't you sleep Jen? But sounds good, what time do you pick me up?" I texted her back while making myself some breakfast.

"Around 3 o'clock I'll be at your place x."

Nice, some distraction from this weird night I had.

Renee came downstairs as I was sitting on the bar stool. She looked at me with a surprised face.

"What are you doing here so early? Don't you have to lay in bed until 12 o'clock or something?"

I rolled my eyes, if I was downstairs early, she always thought that there was something wrong. "No, I just couldn't sleep anymore."

"Are you sure there is nothing else? Are you feeling alright?"

"I am sure that there is nothing else, and I am feeling alright Renee." I said annoyed.

"I don't like this attitude of yours, you better change it or you are going upstairs to your room."

What a women. As soon as my father leaves the house she turns into a evil witch or something, and everything that she doesn't like has to get out of her way.

"Well someone hasn't slept alright." I quietly murmur as I stand up.

"What was that!?"

"Oh nothing" I say with a sarcastic voice and the biggest smile on my face.

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