Wolf Boy

Chapter two

'Mum please' I begged, giving her the best puppy dog eyes I could muster 'I really don't want to do this.'

'Emilia it's polite,' she scolded, passing me the plastic Tupperware container of cookies from the kitchen bench 'they only moved in yesterday. Now quickly before they go cold.'

'Why can't you do it?' I whinged as she guided me, with force, out of the kitchen to the front door.

'Because I've asked you to do it.'

'That isn't a valid argument!'

We reached the door and I spun around, pressing my back against it and spreading my arms and legs out to the edges of the door way like a starfish.

'Please don't make me.'

'Emilia don't be so dramatic.' she sighed before snaking her hand behind my back, grabbing a hold of the door handle and pushing it open. With that I stumbled out side and she quickly took my position, blocking the door way.

'It'll be a good chance for you to meet the new neighbours. Now please go before the cookies I spent hours on go cold.'

I looked at her, feeling a sense of betrayal that my own mother would force this painfully awkward experience onto me, but taking a breath, I turned away from her to face my doom, number 23 Rodney Street. The bold white number '23' on their dark green letterbox stood out to me like a warning sign. Mustering the courage, because my mother began threatening to stop paying for my premium Spotify, I marched my way across the road, each step bringing me closer and closer to my embarrassing and awkward fate.

Number 23 was a large, cream coloured weatherboard house with grey roof tiles and multiple large, white square windows. It was double story with two triangular points that made up the roof. To the left was a large white rolling door which seemed to be the entrance to a garage. To the right was a white balustrade that wrapped around the front porch. The entrance to the house was accompanied by a white pillar on each side, framing the white wooden door.

I made my way up the narrow, curved dirt driveway, which was thick with overgrown foliage on either side. Bushes and flowers of all sorts seemed to creep from the garden onto the outskirts of the driveway. The driveway itself was overgrown with moss and clovers, and riddled with small white and yellow flowers.

Finally reaching the front door I lifted my hand shakily and, hating my life, pressed the bronze doorbell. I could hear it chime softly from behind the white door, but after that there was nothing, just silence.

I let out a breath of relief. Maybe they weren't home and I'd be able to put off this horribly awkward task until another day. But just as I turned ever so slightly to leave, the front door swung open, revealing the beautiful, petite woman. Her dark hair was tied up messily in a bun and she wore a red and white checked apron. There was flower dusted across one of her golden cheeks and she brushed it off before wiping her hands on her lap. She smiled kindly at me, causing the skin around her green eyes to crinkle slightly.

'May I help you with something?' She asked politely.

'Uh, well, um-' I stuttered momentarily before collecting myself 'My name's Emilia. I live at number 22 and my mum baked these cookies for you and your family as a sort of 'welcome to the neighbourhood', or 'welcome back to the neighbourhood' gift.'

I held the container out to her.

She smiled 'Thank you that was very kind of her' she said, taking them from me 'It's good to be back. I'm Lily.'

'It's nice to meet you.' I said smiling back politely, but I knew that it didn't reach my eyes, I knew that they'd be filled with a sort of awkward, uncomfortable terror.

'Would you like to come in?' She asked.

'Oh-oh no that's okay.' I said, whilst holding my hands up in front of me and waving them from side to side, like an idiot.

She smiled. 'Well thank you again for the cookies, I'm sure they'll be delicious.'

'It's really no problem at all.'

She suddenly turned her attention to behind me, craning her neck and standing on the tips of her toes.

'Ah Nathaniel' she exclaimed, 'you're home! Come and meet Emilia from across the road.'

Turning, my eyes were met by a pair of emerald green ones. He was gorgeous. His eyes were like his mothers, kind with faint lines at the edges from smiling. His skin seemed even more golden in the daylight and he wore his long dark hair out, tucked behind his ears.

'Hello Emilia from across the road' He said, his voice husky, 'I'm Nate.

'Hey.' I responded, feeling all my previous nerves multiple rapidly.

'What school are you at Emilia?' His mother asked me, causing me to turn away from the gorgeous boy to face her.

'Hillside.'

'That's where Nathaniel will be starting after winter break'

'Oh really?' I turned back to him, giving him a small, polite smile. 'I guess I'll see you around then.'

'I guess you will, Emilia from across the road.' He said with a grin.

I laughed at that, not an awkward laugh like I'd expected, but a genuine one. 

His mother once again thanked me and my mother for the cookies, and with that I made my way back down the narrow driveway overgrown with small yellow and white flowers, leaving the cream house and boy with the green eyes behind me.