The Mentor

Chapter 17

"Oh hi Sammy, ah I see you you got the groceries. Thank you so much. I hope my brother didn't torture you...? Claire asked for an answer in my eyes. I swear this family is totally weird. "No, of course not. He's a grown man, still cocky as ever, but he behaved". I as a matter-of-factly said. Yes, he sometime today did make me want to kill, but he indeed had matured. I'm quite shocked that he does not talk that he does not talk that much anymore. Like he used to ramble about anything under the sun. He seems quite....distant? Probably some girl that does not want to get of his back. Yes, I'll go on that one. I mean he loved the attention of ladies once upon the time. But did I mention, I was shy as hell. Kind of still is. Especially around him. He was cute. And  I was young. So you could imagine what I was thinking at that age. .. .

But that was then, now I have my demons to deal with. The battle that seemed like I lost to each time. Luckily I get to have a "break-away" from the normal routine. Perhaps this will be the start of something new.....My thoughts got interrupted as Claire greeted and left the house. I saw Will standing opposite me.

When the heck did he came in the kitchen?!

"You should really keep your facial expressions in tact, you might scare away your future husband" Will so rudely said. His eyes challenging mine. He now had a sweatshirt with the printed words: I am a WOLF , you sheep. Of course that would be him. "Done eye-raping me kiddo?" Will spoke again. This guy's ego though.

"First of all, I hardly have a boyfriend. I sighed at that saying. I put up my index finger. And secondly, I so did NOT, eye-rape?! I frowned. "Whatever keeps you awake at night" Will said, slightly entertained by my embarresment.

"Why were you so silent on our way home?" I blurted out. What? I really AM a curious one. "Why, did you miss my sexy entrancing voice Sammy?" Will totally flexed. "Ego aside please, answer the dang question" I ordered. Will's  chocolate eyes stayed trained on mine. Like he was analyzing my thoughts. I so do not hope that would be the case . I HATE people invading my thoughts.

Then again, as if Will read my thoughts, walked to the livingroom. Throwing that tall body of his on the sofa. 
"Coffee would be much appreciated thank you!" Will ordered as he was flipping channels. Sport channels that is. With an agitated sigh and alot of eye rolls I took it two cups. As the water was boiling, my iPhone beeped. Incoming Skype videocall from Brother, with Dale's face looking a sour grape. Yeah I know,very photogenic.

"Hey sis, how's it going?" Dale smiled, wearing a white tank top and a black snapback. Yeah you can say he's  at times a show-off. And I quote:" It's what them ladies like" *cough*conceited*cough*. Then again, it must be "warm" on that side I thought.

"Great bro, just came from the supermarket. Making Grumpy -Grump and I some coffee "I said deliberately increased my voice for last six words. "But how are you doing, is everything still good on your side?" I asked looking at my brother all stretched out on his bed.

"Yes, how do you know me. As Eric Thomas said :"Work on your work!" Dale tried to pull an American-American accent. Where's as you put it "Grumpy-grump?" Dale chucklem at my great choice of name. As I went to the livingroom, handing Will his coffee and my iPhone.

"Thanks"Will mumbled looking more solemn than a preacher serving at a funeral. Damn, what creeped up his butthole? I thought as I went back to my temporary room.