Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter Three

"You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find her, a woman like that?"

Aaron sang along with Marcia as I sulked in the kitchen. As soon as he came down wearing Adelias' clothes, she smiled and threw herself over him. She wasn't too old, but quite frankly, she was nearly 30 and pregnant. He was....Actually, I didn't know how old he was. I sighed as I realized I had made a poor decision in inviting him over. My father would question him and if Adelias came home, Adelias would say he isn't going to an Ivy League. And on top of all that, Aaron would hate me for stealing him from the sunny states. This was my life.

The popcorn kernels popped and shimmied around the silver plated microwave. I waited on them, just as I would have to wait on Aaron. I didn't normally enjoy being around other people. I don't believe I have social anxiety, but I needed my alone time. I always chickened out on the day of an event or party.

Aaron cantered into the kitchen. Each time he took in a fixture of light or cabinet or even the toaster within my home, his eyes lit up with amazement. Comparing room to room, I loved the kitchen the most. We had gorgeous cherry wood cabinets, lovely tiled backsplash, granite countertops, and marble floors. The island was the finishing touch.

Mind you, we didn't have a home gym or indoor swimming pool. We were making more than enought to get by. But, we weren't loaded.

To be frank, it was kind of adorable to see Aaron excited. He smiled with his mouth open. I'm not quite sure why he didn't do so more often.

Maybe I should stop here and explain something. Aaron is no jock by any means. He is no jock, because I am no cheerleader. I am no beauty paegant winner and I am no prom queen. Aaron is physically fit, but he is no one like our school's hero. I don't mean to degrade him, but I hate cheesy stories. I hate romance dramas where all the character does is mope about her boyfriend/husband. This is a lot more...practical.

Anyhow, Aaron stood there in his exceptional normalcy. The cabinet doors were opened wide for me by none other than Marcia.

"Why don't you go work on some homework Ms.Killingsworth? I know you have many tough classes."

"That wouldn't be fair to my guest Marcia." I emphasized my Marcia had a habit of making her friends out of mine. She was elderly comapred to me, very average looking (much like myself,) pregnant, faint of heart, and had no idea where her husband was.

"Alright. I can place this corn in a bowl for you to carry upstairs."

Did I mention Marcia was foreign? She was straight from Italy. I don't know why we didn't have an Indian nanny, considering we usually eat Indian food. Anyhow, I was forced to grab my own bowl and Naked juice containers for Aaron and I. He walked in front of me and I couldn't help but admire that he had very long legs that seemed very fit for someone as intelligent as him. (Society's judgement, right?) Adelias' jeans fit him well, considering Adelias was underweight and medicine forced him to throw up quite often and Aaron appeared normal.

Aaron entered my room and surveyed it. I had a queen sized bed, an average dresser, two closets, and no personal bathroom. I wish I had my own bathroom. It would be so convenient in the mornings. The white bed was adorned by a cherry blossom design that was painted in hues of fuschia and red. The pillows were pitch black and had layered white frill. It sounds very Japanese, but it's beautiful. I had bumblebee curtains behind the bed frame and silk, pink beaded curtains on the other main window. The furniture was all white with curved black handles. All in all, it was a room fit for a princess. Except, my desk was old and the wood had been stained "hundreds" of years ago. We had custom cabinets put in 7 years ago. They were a nice stain, but they didn't match.

"See something you like?" Aaron stated confidently.

"What?! No! I was just kind of you know." I gained my composure. "I thought it was interesting how you looked at my home."

I wasn't checking him out! I had already analyzed his needs and they simply wouldn't fit mine. Well, there's another five minutes wasted.

"So...let's get to know each other." He stated calmly.

"Alright. Uh, so how old are you?"

"Really? I'm 16. Same age as you."

"Actually, I'll be 16 in January. I have a learner's permit."

"Then how do you drive your friends around?"

"No one ever stops me. I'm a good driver." I smirked.

"Strange for a girl." He joked, but I didn't take it so lightly.

"A girl? Really? Jerk."

"I was joking, calm down."

"As was I."

"Who wouldn't? It's beautiful. Is your mom around? Could I say thanks before I head out?"

"Uh no she's not here."

"You didn't check?"

"I don't have to." I smiled tenderly, to tell him it wasn't his fault.

.... Ten minutes later

"Thanks for the ride Aurora! See you tomorrow!"

Yeah Aurora, thanks for being an idiot.