The next morning was not how I expected it to be. I had expected for it to be awkward between us from when we woke up, as if something bad would happen and he will return back to the prick version of himself. But I was wrong. We both lay in bed, talking about all sorts; school, friends, our futures, everything. Then he lent me clothes so I could take a shower and drove me home afterwards.
He drove a beautiful black 2011 Vauxhall corsa which I didn't hesitate to climb into as soon as he unlocked the doors. I put my bag in the backseats and clipped on my seatbelt. It felt good to be in his car and something about the way he drove turned me on. I told him where I lived and he nodded saying he knew the place. I started playing around with the radio and both he and I got excited when Who Gon' Stop Me - Kanye and Jay-Z blasted through the speakers. The bass in his car was immense and we both got gassed as he drove down the road.
Way too soon, we reached my aunt's house and Theodore parked by the front gate. The engine stayed running as we both sat in the quiet car.
"Thank you," I said turning to him. "For everything." I said referring to his clothes that I had on.
"You're welcome." he smiled. I leant back and reached for my bag at the backseat and unclipped my seatbelt.
"Do you wanna chill tomorrow?"
I turned to him and nodded (not too eagerly, thank God) "Yeah."
"Alright, I'll call you before I come." he said putting the gear stick into reverse.
Nodding again, I opened the car door and stepped out. I closed the door behind me and he wound the window down.
"Bye Tiffany."
I smiled, "Bye Theodore."
I continued to smile as I heard him drive off and walked up my pathway to the door. Tomorrow was going to a good day - I could feel it.
*
It just hit noon when I received the call from Theodore that he was coming to get me. He mentioned something about a party later so I should dress nice but still casual. I had decided on an Aztec print jumper and highwaisted denim shorts with black knee-high socks which I was going to top off with a baggy baseball jacket. I was looking forward to spending more time with him. The only issue was that I wasn't really thinking about my other friends as much.
I was eating cereal in the kitchen when Michael stomped down the stairs with his big feet into the kitchen. He went for the fridge but did a double take when he saw me.
"Where you going?" he asked taking out a cartoon of juice, whilst looking me over. I had made an effort with my face and actually wore make-up; I even straightened my middle-parted hair.
"Out." I replied spooning weetabix into my mouth.
"Out where?" he pushed unimpressed with my response.
"I dunno, just out." I replied honestly. I knew we were going out to a party later but I didn’t know what we were going to do before that.
"With who?" he asked pouring the juice into a cup.
"Theodore." I said trying not to look at him.
"Who's that fam?" Of course, his voice rose slightly at the male name.
"Aunt Catherine's son. The one who came over for dinner the other night," I explained.
He paused for a second thinking, before he clocked on, "Ohh, that nutter," he laughed before shaking and taking big gulps of drink. "Why? Since when were you two buddies?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows. What's his business please?
