Serendipity

Chapter Four

My mum and dad never had a weekday off from their jobs. In fact, my dad never had a day off. Wether it was his birthday, or a cousin's baptisim, he always managed to have some sort of task he had yet to complete. When the year started, I definitely thought my parents would of forced me by now to find work somewhere with my all my time off, either at an autobody shop or serving food at one of Beverly's small cafes. But after many dinner conversations they came to realize that helping out the community in that sort of way, will never really be my cup of tea. That and the fact that I think my mum would miss me bringing her lunch to the hosptial on Tuesdays and that with a job, I wouldn't be around for most family gatherings or neighborhood parties.

"I should be back around six." My mom's voice turned into a background mummer. "Empty the dishwasher, feed the cat...the usual chores." After whisking around the kitchen in an obovious hurry she added, "Please."

"Mhmmm." I mumbled with my nose stuck between the pages of another Steinbeck novel.

"And take this over to the new neighbors? I made them all last night. Your dad tried his best to convince me otherwise, but you know the whole Rosy Court tradition." My neck popped up to the sound of my mother's worrying tone. On the counter sat a basket larger than our microwave, filled to the brim with the world's best homemade chocolate chip cookies.

"You mean the one with the girl?"

She flashed me a look that could be none other described than the definiton of 'weird.' "Yeah Harry..." she precautiously said. "The one with the girl.."

"Sorry, I.." My hands snapped the book shut. "I'll do it."

My mum hadn't snapped out of her usual response to my overbearing amount of awkward. "Fix your own lunch." she said. "And your dad won't be home till later."

When the front door shut, my feet carried me hurridly up the stairs. Nothing in my closet was right. Too tight. Too big. Too sophisticated. Too sporty. Finally, I chose a red cardigan that matched my red Converse perfectly. They were the ones my friend bought me last Christmas. But I haven't seen him in a while since the university he's attending is on the other side of the country.

I stood at the counter with mom's neatly arranged basket tied with a bow within my hands. My eyes noticed the minutes of the clock ticking by, before I finally picked it up, and locked my house on the way out.

She answered the door thriteen seconds after I rang it. A flattering leather dress clung to her slim, dainty figure accompanied by a long sleeve jacket, fitting for the weather. And her hair, I could tell, purposely looked like she hadn't touched it up since the last time she washed it. But it suited her perfectly. And she looked beautiful.

"So you like ACDC?" The corners of her lips turned up a tad.

"What?"

"ACDC? The band? The one yesterday I was playing in my room..."

"I like them, I guess. Never really listened to them before."

"You've never listened to ACDC before? How about any sort of rock?"

"No not really.

"Harry, let me ask you. Have you ever been to a concert?"

"In grade five we went to a synphony. It was a tribute to Beethoven and it was put on quite well."

She laughed, but not in a way Alyssa would. Simply, she shook her head with genuine and smiled a little wider.

"We need to get you to a real concert."

"I'm not sure that's something my mom would like-"

"You're what? 18 years old and let your mom hold you back for something that's totally amazing?" The way her deep, brown eyes lit up, made my heart bet faster.

"Well, I'm 19 but-"

"Remi!" A new, wethering voice sounded behind us. "Who's at the door?"

"A neighbor! He brought cookies!" She yelled, finally noticing what I had been holding.

"Invite him in, honey! It's ought to be freezing outside!"

"I'm not that cold, it's okay." I said.

"No, come on in. I'll take that." She headed off towards the kitchen with the cookies in her tiny hands. "Don't bother to take your shoes off, we're not like the rest of you." And she shyly giggled again on her way back.

"Remi?"

"Yes?"

"So that's your name?"

"Yes." She said sweetly. "And you're Harry."

"I am."

We stood there for a moment. She didn't say anything about my stupid sweater, or if she thought it was stupid. I watched her watch the way I admired her house, or her, or her hair, or the short black boots she had on that were different from yesterday. She didn't wear the thick eyeliner like when I saw her last, as if I had caught her off gaurd. It seemed she wore as a barrier. She seemed to have crafted herself in an unvolneralbe way. Behind her simple smile that made my heart race to its maximum, she seemed to have a lot more than her to than she appeared.

But doesn't everyone?

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