Didn't See It Coming // c.s.

The House

When we were pulling up into the driveway, fragile old Grandma stepped out. I still don't know how she opens that door! It's almost completely glass and it's two stories tall. Not to mention it weighs a ton. Granted, I was seven the last time I opened it, so things might've changed.

"GRAMMA!" Jess screamed way too loud, and ran after grandma like she was her one true love. It was cute. Sucking up to get gifts was not though. She hasn't seen Grandma since she was five!

"Oh, Taylor honey, come here! You've grown so much, how are you?!?!"

"I'm great, Grandma," I replied as she pulled me into a hug. I didn't wrap my arms too tightly though, she's just so thin, it's like she could break in two any second.

She pulled away first, pulling at her short grey hair.

"Come on girls, I'll show you your rooms!" it was obvious grandma hadn't had visitors for a while. Poor old lady. Most people only come to her when they need money. How pathetic.

When we walked into the house, I soaked in every detail, not remembering much from my last visit. Right inside of the door, the living room was straight ahead, with red velvet couches and a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Intricately designed black and white pillows were placed perfectly in the corners of the couch and love seat. I have to give it to grandma , she still has style.

Jess's sandals flopped onto the hard wood floor loudly with every step she took. I was ready to just carry her up to her room. The sound was driving me insane.

"Take your shoes off Jessi!"

"Okay, okay." She muttered

We were passing the kitchen then. It was hard wood too, the same kind of wood as the living room. The fridge was huge and the counters were black, marble I guessed.

There was an island counter too with a picture of Grandma and Grandpa when they got married. She looked just like My mom. I never got to meet grandpa. In the dining room across the way, there were pictures of all of Me, Bailey and Jess the last time we visited , our school pictures every year, all of the cousins , and ... our brother... My eyes filled with tears. Jess saw it too, I just pushed her along, not wanting her to break down.

"Here's your room, Jessi"

"Thanks , Gramma"

Jess's room was pink with white polka dots. It was actually really cute. Her closet was immediately on the left, her window strait across the room from the door, and her bed made with a Justin Bieber bedspread right below it. There was a vanity next to her bed. Makeup and all.

"So, grandma, did someone else design these rooms or did you design them yourself?"

"All the work of me!" she said with a cute grin. Maybe being here with her wouldn't be all that bad.

My room was set up exactly like Jessica's , only a dark shade of purple, my favorite color, and there was a balcony instead of a window. Oh, And no Bieber Bed spread. Thank god. Instead there was a simple lime green comforter. This was really me. Plain and simple. Just the way I liked it.

"Thanks Grandma, I love it."

"Don't mention it honey!" Gosh , old people are so cute.

I didn't feel like unpacking, so I just threw my bags on the floor and went back down stairs. The living room was to the left down the stairs , the dining room is to the right, and the kitchen is straight ahead. There's a door in the kitchen that leads to the garage, and a whole set of glass doors in the dining room that lead to the pool. They take up the entire wall. I was making my way to the pool when I heard grandma next to me in the kitchen. There's only a half wall there, so you can see everything that's going on.

"Could you take the trash out, Deary? That darn maid forgot it again!"

"Sure thing, grandma. Want me to take Rocky on a walk while I'm out?"

"That'd be great, honey!"

"Here Rocky!" Rocky is Grandmas only pet, unless you count the huge aquarium in the basement, which I don't. He's a black poodle in desperate need of a trip to the groomers. I was relieved when I got there to see that there were no cats! [I'm allergic!]

I walked down the driveway with the only half-full trash bag. Rich people. I laughed a little. I heard something across the yard. I looked over to see the neighbor playing basketball. He was probably about my age, about my height with shaggy blond hair. --wait a minute. It was the boy from the airport! The Simpson boy, I remembered.

He saw me then, looked up and smiled. I smiled back and he waved. I waved as I turned around and broke into a jog with Rocky. I wasn't ready to have a conversation with this boy yet.

[leave comments, etc. I need to know if it's good so far or if I should just stop. Thanks for reading so far though.!