Don't Save My Life

Chapter 15

(Once again. Before you read: I am not exactly proud of this chapter but please bare with me, I'm working on some newer chapters to make up for it. Not proofread or edited, will fix the issues on the second go round)

Emmett

 We were down to our last basket by the time the sun had sunk beneath the ocean. The last drop off of the day was to be at a beach house near the Crescent. So far, My mother had called every thirty minutes. Of course, so far every time I'd answered my phone her first words were always, "Are the baskets okay? Did you smile?"

I didn't mind too much. After all, while she was interrogating me about her precious baskets she didn't think to ask any more about that friend of mine who was delivering with me. If she knew it was Willa she'd probably call her lawyers before I could think to even explain.

"You wanna come with me?" I looked at Willa as I took off my seat belt.

She proved to be really helpful with organization. She'd made  a chart and marked off houses as we went, taking notes of the allergies I'd barely remembered and the names I'd need to recall next time. Each time we stopped, she'd pass me a basket and wait in the car as I rang the doorbell.  Sometimes people answered, sometimes their assistants answered. Either way, I was always greeted with a pat on the back and given some lame apology for my accident and let's not forget the,"We always knew you were the good brother" speech.

"I''ll stay in the car." She said, making a point by not removing her seat belt.

"Why not?"

"Why should I come?"

"Because, so far, these people have  tipped pretty good and they're bound to shovel out more if there's a pretty girl at the door."

She got quiet for a minute and I tried to think of what I'd said wrong. Girls are so weird.

"I'm fine here." Her tone said that she wouldn't change her mind.

"Fine" I settled, not in the mod to argue. We'd already somehow conquered the awkwardness while focusing on our little delivery system. I wasn't ready to go back to walking on eggshells.

I made my way up the different levels of steps. As I approached the medium sized home I felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. I pushed the feeling away quickly, knowing that all beach houses looked the same. Pastel colored siding, bay windows, huge decks; my mind was teasing me.

After ringing the doorbell twice I heard a commotion of feet tumbling down the stairs. When the door opened I was greeted by the smell of heavy alcohol and a familiar face.

"Em, I was just gonna invite you over man! What, did that concussion make you psy, psy." he slurred now but a female voice from behind finished for him.

"Psychic! Hell yeah babe we were just talking about you!" I recognized the girl as Felecia. We'd never spoken directly but from who she hung out with, I knew she was pretty high on the totem pole of popularity. Besides that,Lyle was a nice guy, but he didn't let just anyone in his house.

I couldn't tell if she was drunk or always this clingy, either way she hung like a sloth on a limb to a guy with dreads as they approached the open door from behind Lyle. 

Lyle leaned in but it looked more like he was swaying. Between chuckles he managed to get out. "I know you're not really psy-psy- psych whatever the fuck it is, dude.So why are you really here?"

I showed him the basket and a look of recognition flashed over his eyes. He graciously took it from my hands before flinging it over his shoulder carelessly.