Best Friend Protocol

Best Friend Protocol (1)

BEST FRIEND PROTOCOL

CHAPTER I

My heels were the only sound I could hear on the pavement other than the wind and some birds chirping. It was a quiet day-quite normal for the neighborhood. I adjusted my skirt and focused on the familiar door getting nearer by every step I took. I was gone all summer. I wasn't up-to-date with everything that happened with my friends. I just hope that the normal routine would still continue. I just texted my best friend last night saying that I would catch a ride for school.

I sighed as I stepped up on the staircase leading towards the entrance. Adjusting my bag on my shoulder, I turned the doorknob and sashayed inside unannounced. The mansion was empty-except for a few staff cleaning. I yelled out a loud 'hello' in hopes of someone noticing me.

"In the kitchen!" yelled a familiar motherly voice.

A smile made its way on my face as I walked towards the familiar part of their home. "Hello Mrs. A" I greeted her as soon as I arrived inside. She was leaning forward on the kitchen table, looking on a recipe book. One of her hands balanced her while the other one was too busy flipping pages.

She looked up from her recipe book. She grinned at the sight of me. Strands of blonde hair were falling out of her loose bun and an apron was wrapped around her thin frame. I always thought it was odd how none of her children has the same color as her. I know that her second daughter, Elizabeth Adams, was born blonde but I have no idea why it turned the dark brown it was now.

"Stacey!" She cried in obvious delight. "I thought I told you to call me Amanda"

I lifted myself up the counter and grabbed an apple from a fruit basket. I'm pretty sure they won't mind. "Nobody else calls you Mrs. A. You know me. I like to be unique"

She rolled her eyes but nonetheless smiled. "Sure"

I took a bite of the fruit that I was holding and rocked my legs back and forth. I glanced around the room. The pale cream color was pleasing to the eyes, probably for the sake of the people who are trying to create their 'masterpiece' here. Everything was just as I remembered it would be. I thought for sure that when I was spending my summer away, they would reconstruct the interior design of the house. I guess the Adams family is all about familiarity. The same utensils were placed in their same containers. A calendar is posted on the wall to keep the staff up-to-date about the upcoming events and schedules of Mr. and Mrs. A along with their family. A crucifix is perched on the highest part of the wall-emphasizing the religion of their family.

"He'll be down in a minute" Mrs. A said, flipping a page from her cookbook.

I swallowed the rest of the apple before replying. "Oh I'm not that impatient with Seth. No one knows what he does in there in the morning. Frankly, I'm too scared to know his moisturizing routine"

She pointed a finger at me, "I blame you for it"

"What? Why?"

"Stacey..." Mrs. A sighed. "I think my son might be gay"

I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach in the process. How could one of the most influential women in America think that her playboy son is gay? I quickly inquired why she would every think such thoughts.

"Well, he's always surrounded by girls, he spends more time looking at himself in the mirror than studying and...his best friend is a girl" I raised one of my eyebrows at that statement. Because of which, she added, "No offense"

I shook my head and took another bite of the apple. "None taken. Anyway, Seth's not gay. Maybe he's just always surrounded by girls because he needs some girl advice"