Opposites Attract - ON HOLD

Chapter 2

Vivian put a pile of folded clothes on Angee's bed.

"Do you mind if I leave these here until next time I come over?"

"'Not at all! Are you sure you want to walk? I can drive you," said Angee.

"It's nice outside and you have singing lessons in a few minutes. I don't know why you have lessons. You have such a beautiful voice."

"Thank you," said Angee as put Vivian's clothes in the bottom drawer of her dresser.

"Thank you for inviting me over to stay last night. I'll see you soon."

Vivian hugged Angee and turned to pick up her two library books next to the bedroom door. She walked through the double doors of the large house Angee called home and enjoyed the smell of the budding flowers next to the walkway as she made her way to the sidewalk. She delved into deep thoughts of what she needed to do today as she walked the concrete pavement. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as she heard a rumbling sound growing behind her. She familiarized the sound as Harley's motorcycle. Vivian kept her eyes straight, trying to ignore the loud motorcycle. Harley slowed his motorcycle down and rode it next to her.

"Hey," said Harley with a grin.

"Hi," said Vivian feebly, keeping her eyes locked ahead.

"Do you need a ride?"

Vivian held her books closer to her chest and said, "No thanks."

"Are you sure? Because I'll be happy to give you a ride."

"I'm sure."

"Are you seeing someone?" he asked.

Vivian stopped in her tracks and looked at him curiously.

"No," she said slowly.

Harley rubbed his jaw while he said carefully, "Well, I was wondering if you would like to go to the movies with me sometime."

Vivian couldn't believe her ears.

"Are–Are you asking me out?" she stuttered.

"Yeah, yeah I am."

Vivian stared at him in shock. His soft smile grew bigger until she finally looked away shaking her head.

"I–I don't, uh, no," she stammered.

She started walking again and Harley kept beside her.

"Am I that bad looking?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She snapped her head with a surprised look and responded, "You're not at all bad lo–"

Vivian's face went red with embarrassment and she turned her face away again. She looked down at the sidewalk and started walking again. Harley kept beside her and smiled at her turned face.

"I'll see you later," he said as he revved his engine.

He roared the Harley down the street. Vivian took a deep breath and walked toward her house. Vivian's house was on the corner of the block. It was a white two–story house with a red front door and red shutters. Vivian walked through the front door and heard her mother talking in the kitchen.

Vivian's mother was a rare beauty. Her mother was a tall slender woman. Her short, wavy red hair was vivid and neat looking. She had green eyes that expressed mystery and her lips were red as her hair. Vivian glanced in the kitchen as she passed by and saw her mother on the phone while she was making pasta.

She walking in the living room and found her father sitting in a chair. He was an intelligent man and his looks suggested it. He wore brown rimmed glasses when he read. Behind his glasses were his dull, brown eyes. His short brown hair was neatly trimmed and combed and his mouth was usually drawn in a tight thin line. He was reading the newspaper while he sipped on his coffee.

"Hi Dad," said Vivian as she sat down opposite from him.

"Hi," he said without looking up.

Vivian opened one of her books and read one word when her father interrupted.

"Can you get me some more coffee?" he asked as he held out his cup.

Vivian stood up and took his coffee cup, making note that he didn't even glance at her. She walked in the kitchen and filled the black cup with the dark roast.

"Hi Mom," greeted Vivian as she left.

Her mother feebly waved at her as she continued to talk on the phone. Vivian handed her father his coffee and waited for a thank you. When he didn't say anything, she picked up her books and walked up the stairs. She entered her bedroom and shut the door behind her. The curtains were drawn making the room fairly dark. She laid down on her bed and stared at the dark ceiling above her. She was use to her parents not paying a speck of attention to her. But she did notice the older she became, the more it bothered her. Not liking the feeling of solitude, Vivian picked up her phone on the nightstand and dialed Angee's number.

"Hello," answered Angee.

"Hi, it's Vivian."

"Oh, hi. Is everything okay?"

Vivian told Angee about Harley asking her out.

"What did you say?" asked Angee.

"I told him no."

"I can't believe he had the nerve to ask you out. He is so not your type."

"Vivian, supper's ready," called her mother from downstairs.

"Angee, I've got to go. I'll talk with you later."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Vivian hung up the phone and headed downstairs.