Breaking The Ice

The Hostess of Brown Liquid

(A/N) I realised I have a massive writer's block for the next chapter. Like I have no idea what to write...so next chapter will definitely be very short. And yeah...don't have much to say. Vote and comment :)

Chapter 15

'Why are we here? This is not Sydney's house.' I stated.

'It is her other house. I burnt down her former home, remember?' Daniel explained. 'Now,' he said after we got out of the car. 'I don't want you to say a word. You just keep quiet and maybe you can hang around your kind in there.'

'My kind? What's that suppose to mean?' I hissed because that certainly sounded a lot like an insult. Daniel ignored me as we walked up the driveway and stopped at the large porch where Daniel rang the doorbell. We waited for a couple of minutes in silence and we stood there awkwardly, occasionally clearing our throats.

When the door finally open, we were greeted by a pretty looking lady in her early-thirties with beautiful blonde hair and warm brown eyes. She broke into a smile when she saw Daniel and said, 'Daniel, sweetie, what are you doing here? It's so good to see you!' She gave Daniel a hug and I casted a sidewards glance at him who flinched, looking very uneasy. 'Why, you never pay me any visits before! What's the occasion? And who is this young lady? Is she the girl you're seeing? How lovely!' She exclaimed even though Daniel and I shook our heads vigorously. She shook my hand and introduced herself, not that it was even necessary. 'Oh, silly me! Come in, come in.' She said.

We moved to her living room which was filled with contemporary furnitures and artworks. I picked a spot on a funny looking sofa while Daniel sat on a hot pink beanbag chair (it did sort of seem out of place).

'So,' Ms Peyton said as she balanced herself atop an exercising ball. 'How long have you two been together?' She asked, pointing and Daniel and I. 'Nobody tells me anything nowadays. My soon-to-be stepson should keep me updated on the people he sees so that I may know what kind of girl she is. You look alright, not the prettiest, but we shouldn't judge a book by its cover, right? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.'

'Rebecca Fischer,' I offered.

'Ah, Becky? Okay. You see Becky, Daniel is a really sensitive boy and needs to be treated with care. Are you going to take care of him? I hope so. Oh, how rude of me! Would you like a drink? I have this unique brew I made myself. I'm actually going to get myself a glass, would you like some?' She asked and not wanting to hurt her feelings, we nodded.

After she was out of hearing range, I leaned towards Daniel and said in a whisper, 'She seems pretty nice, how can you detest her so much? I kinda like her.'

Daniel's gaze immediately snapped up to meet mine. 'What the hell, Fischer?!' He half-yelled, half-whispered. 'What is wrong with you? Could you for once look from my perspective? She is the woman my dad is having an affair with and she is the reason why my dad is divorcing my mum. She can't just barge into my life just like that and ruin everything. It doesn't matter if she is the nicest person in the world or the fairy godmother or whatever crap (he used a much vulgar word but I substituted it), I will still hate the woman!'

'Okay, okay!' I said, holding up my hands in a placating manner. 'You don't have to bite my head off. I'm just saying she is a really nice person. Think of it, you're future stepmom could have been worse.

'Who says she would be my stepmom?' Daniel snapped. 'Did you fall off the bed this morning? Everything is wrong about you.'

'Honeys,' Ms Peyton called all the way from the kitchen. 'It's gonna take a couple more minutes. I'll be done soon.'

'Okay!' I replied before turning back to Daniel. 'She's so nice. I don't think you can find any fault in that. Just be nice to her, okay?'

Daniel rolled his eyes. 'Except the part where she started having an affair with a married man, or is that not a fault as well?' He said sarcastically and groaned. 'Why did I even let you talk me into this? You know what, let's go. We're leaving.' He got up to leave but I tried to stop him and I ended up falling on top of him and we tumbled back against the beanbag chair in the most awkward of positions where our foreheads and noses were touching.