Who Knew

Unexpected Guest

"Mum! Dad! I'm home!"

Oh right. Just remembered, I'm all alone in the house. But it's kind of a good thing that they're both on business trips as I get the whole house to myself. Yawn. I should probably get some rest first before doing anything else. Today was like the most tiring day in school.

"Winnie! Wake up! Let's play!......"

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Chris. To a 6 year old me, it was my happiest moment.

"Come on let's go play 'We Got Married'! You'll be the bride and I'll be the groom!"

Laughters and giggles filled the air. We were dressed in our costumes and headed to the garden in the backyard. Chris went to pick a small white flower up and went on his knees. I blushed slightly and looked at him. With his most adorable look he asked,

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course Chris! I DO!"

He then gave me the flower before pecking me on the lips and flashing me his pearly white teeth. I smiled sheepishly back and gave him the biggest warmest hug ever. He held my hands and we sat in the garden.

"I hope you'll really be my wife in the future. And we'll live happily ever after."

"I love you so SO much Winnie."

"I love you too Chris."

"Don't forget to make my favourite pancakes when we get married! Blueberry pancakes!" Both of us burst out laughing till our stomach starts to hurt.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Feeling for my phone with my half-opened eyes, I turned to the other side of the bed......"Boom!"

"Ouch the mother of fish fingers!"

I fell flat on the floor. And if it wasn't painful enough, my phone landed on my head. Double hits and K.O. Lying on the floor, I checked my phone. Just some notifications......swipe swipe turn off phone. I sat up and thought about the dream I had. Smiling, I placed my phone on my nightstand before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. 

Chris was not only my childhood sweetheart but also my first love. But he left one day and never came back. To a young me it broke my little heart and I was pretty upset about it. Day after day, I would think of him from time to time. When he would be back? Why did he have to go? It's just not the same without him laughing by my side. Years went by and I'm 18 now. Sometimes I would wonder if he's doing well......

Ahh......forgetful me. My pyjamas are on my bed. Wrapping the towel around my body I stepped out of the bathroom carefully.

"Scratch. Knock. Scratch. Knock."

What. Was. That. Sound. Why oh why am I alone at home. I creeped downstairs and grabbed a book while making my way to the door. Slow and steady Winnie......you can do this.

"H-h-helloooo! Can you open the dooooor for me please? My k-k-keys aren't working!"

Hang on a second......this voice is so familiar. I slowly creaked open the door and standing right in front of me was a drunk Tyler talking to a plant. I was confused to why his sudden appearance at my doorstep. But just as I was about to say something he stumbled forward and threw himself on me. My gooseberry he sure was heavy. I carried him in and closed the door. Urgh he has a reeked of alcohol and I've just finished showering. Holy shibblets I'm still having my towel on......

And no. This is not a R21 movie. Placing him down to lie on the couch comfortably, I slowly got up and planned to make my way to the bathroom for a quick rinse.

"Me w-w-want some water pr-r-lease."

Okay. I shall be a good samaritan and get you some. Turning round, I did not noticed Tyler was holding on to a corner of my towel. Yanked. My towel fell to the floor.

"AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE JIMINY CRICKETS ARE YOU DOING YOU SON OF A FISH FINGER!!"

I quickly picked my towel up and scurried up the stairs to the bathroom and not forgetting to lock it. I was still panting and at anytime my heart could just popped out from its place. I want to dig a hole and just bury myself in there and not come out. EVER AGAIN. Even though I'm not entirely naked just now......but never have I ever show my body to anyone expect me of course. I just hope he doesn't remember anything from tonight when he is sober.

Drying my hair with the towel, I head to the kitchen downstairs to have some milk before going to bed. My eyes wandered off to the couch and there slept a baby-like Tyler. I guess he does look kind of cute when he's sleeping. Very innocent like an angel unlike when he's awake. Snap out of it Winnie! I went upstairs again to grab a blanket and gently covering him with it.

"Second time of me being a good samaritan. Hope you're grateful about it,"I grumbled.

"Thanks Winnie,"a soft murmur escaped from his lips.

Did Tyler Smith just thanked me? Never mind my mind is playing tricks on me again. Shall head to bed now.

Tonight was such a whacky and crazy one.