Rain

four

I folded the bed, cleaned the bathroom, dusted, vacuumed, washed dishes, and made a mean pasta dish. Once I ate my plate I crashed on the couch waiting for Naylan to walk in the door. I heard loud footsteps and thought it was Naylan until I heard the manly laughs bellowing through the halls. My throat dried. I saw the doorknob be turned this way and that and ran to her room to find anything to protect myself with.

I grabbed a Febreze bottle and ran back down the hall. Good. When they barge in I’ll scream, spray their eyes, and punch directly to the nose, and run. I thought over and over again. My plan seemed bullet proof.

I almost pissed myself with anticipation as the door creaked open and a couple of guys poured in, “I CALLED THE COPS ALREADY! LEAVE I HAVE NOTHING! DON’T HU-” I charged but was stopped by Naylan who made her way between the guys, who had horror etched into their faces.

“Everly! Calm down it’s just me and my group of foreign exchange kids from school!” She laughed as she petted my cheek. I was shaking, “Everly put the Febreze down.” She commanded as she slid her hand over mine and unclawed the bottle from my prying hands. I was still trembling. The tallest boy with chestnut curls poking from underneath his green beanie stepped up a grin dancing on his think pink lips.

He took hold of the bottle and chuckled amusingly, “And if we were robbers what exactly, my dear, did you plan to do with a Febreze bottle” he peered at me quizzically then at the bottle’s label, “I mean if your objective was to make them smell like Spring Time Meadow you would’ve succeeded.”

I shrugged, “I wanted to blind you guys enough to make my escape.”

His eyes shut tightly as he let out a squeaky laugh. He laughed as if I said the funniest thing ever. I rolled my eyes and saw the other three guys and two girls have already settled down into the couch.

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles by the way.” He added in mono-tone as he sat on a stool near the counter. I nodded, “I’m Everly Kapowski.”

“What foreign country are you from?” I added quickly.

“England,” he flashed me a dazzling smile. The blonde guy between the two girls locked up irritated, “Speak for yourself lad I’m from the wonderful country of Ireland!” he boasted cheerfully.

“Okay most of us are from England. Better Niall?” he asked Niall who nodded cheekily, “Much.” then he swiveled his attention back to the group.

Naylan stood in front of the couch and clasped her hands together, “Okay so how’s your first week in Los Angeles?” she asked and was soon bombarded by dozens of commentaries and exclamations. The tannest of the group scanned the room and cleared his throat, “Where’s lover boy?”

“He’s parking the car remember?” A girl with dark brown hair and eyes answered. She began to gnaw at her thumbnail as Naylan began to speak yet again, but I muted her mentally and leaned over the counter gawking at the six foreign kids in our living room.

“Sorry I couldn’t find any parking.” A boy with a strange accent muttered quickly as everyone whipped their heads to meet him. I did a slow panoramic take of him. I first noticed his white converse, then black sweats, black sweater, and black beanie and I almost died when I finally met his warm hazel eyes and baby soft jaw-line.

I almost lost my footing and I almost smacked my face against the counter. Our eyes meet awkwardly and his eyes spread out and he smiled.

It was Liam from the diner, the only difference being he shaved, as my mind began to reel with the odds of him actually being in my living room.

“Damn it Liam you missed the burglary fiasco!” The boy with a nice tan and leather jacket quipped. “What do you mean?”

“Little miss warrior over there almost made us smell like a field of lilacs!” they all erupted in laughter. Liam glanced my way and smiled shyly.

“I don’t even want to know,” he replied and turned his attention to Naylan completely forgetting that I was in the same room as him, “So what did I miss hm?” he wedged himself on the armchair.

“I just asked how your first week was at Los Angeles.”

A grin spread across his lips, “Great, better than I expected.” Naylan smiled, “Did you try out for the soccer team?”

He nodded like a bobble head, “Yeah! I’m pretty sure I nailed it!” His voice was like an angelic choir, it was almost magical! His voice echoed inside my head as they began a heated discussion about who knows what! Then I decided to lounge around and stare intently at Liam, only when he wasn’t looking, of course because that would seem 1)weird 2)rude 3)creepy.