I led him to the kitchen and we took seats at the island. An awkward silence ensued. I cleared my throat.
'So why were you cursing so much earlier?'
He pointed at the mysterious package and then at his foot.
'Are you always this annoying or are you making an extra effort today?'
He smiled. It had to be the scare from before that was making my heart still go thump thump thump.
I swiftly moved towards the 'parcel' beside him and grabbed it. Quick as lightning, he had his hands on it as well. He'd tensed up, his body posture was rigid. His reactions only peaked my curiosity. What could be in there?
'Leave it, Hannah.'
'At least now I know you're not mute. What's in the parcel?'
'It's for your parents.'
'How about you quit dodging and answer the damn question?'
His fingers started to skim the stop of my hands and I shivered. I checked to see if the air conditioner was on. It wasn't. I frowned, ignoring the slowly arising goosebumps.
'Stop it. Drew.'
He flinched and pulled away. I let out a sigh of relief.
'Why don't you like to be called Drew?'
'Long story.' His answer was curt. I took the hint.
I opened my mouth to resume questioning him about what he came to deliver but before I could, he stood up and moved towards the living room with such confidence that left me confused. I followed him and watched as he sat on the longest couch and propped his feet up on the mahogany table in front of him. My anger came rushing up. Who did he think he was? Acting like the house belonged to him?
'What do you think y-' I began
'Hey, where's the remote?'
'How dare y-'
'You're just standing there looking all red.'
'I'm trying t-'
'Helloooo? Hannah? I can't exactly use a spoon to switch on the television.'
I'd had it with the idiot.
'The remote is outside.'
'Why would the remote be outside?' He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, trying to catch me in my very obvious lie.
I rolled my eyes in what I hoped was a convincing manner as I tried to come up with a story to back up why the remote was 'outside'.
'I was grounded. Grounded as in no TV. So my parents, your seemingly dear friends, hid the remote inside the flower pot beside the welcome mat.'
'But..'
I waved my hand in mock dismissal. 'Obviously I'm not supposed to know it's there but I do so scram.'
'Well, your parents have always been weird,' he replied.
'Tell me about it'
I watched gleefully as he stood up and dusted off imaginary specks of dust from his jeans and walked towards the door. Just as I was about to do my happy dance, he turned around and regarded me warily.
'You're sure it's outside? Maybe it's hidden in one of the couches?'
I sighed for about three long seconds before I answered. 'I'm supposed to 'entertain' you, remember? I'm under strict orders.'
He grinned and stepped outside. I quickly slammed the door shut behind him and turned the lock. He realized what happened too late and began pounding the door while I laughed my best evil scientist laugh.
'Hannah! Let me in or I'll call your parents.'
'First off, Drew,' I sneered. 'I don't care.'
He grunted in frustration while I continued.
'And like I said, you're a dumbass.'
I smiled victoriously as I went up to my room.
