Becca looked up and gave me a small smile.
"I'm sorry if my grandmother troubled you any..." She apologizes.
I didn't respond, I wasn't able to because I found my self at a loss for words as I studied her features. I remember seeing her face on a piece of paper earlier, but now that I was able to witness her completely, I realized just how beautiful she was. Everything about her, from her gorgeous brown hair to her mesmerizing green eyes. The way her body was shaped. The way she smiled. She had the appearance of an angel.
She seemed different than the other rich girls I met. I mean for starters, she was at a park surrounded by the elderly, but it wasn't only that. She wasn't wearing designer clothing or lots of jewelry, she wasn't surrounded by other young teenagers with money, and she didn't do anything significant to prove she was rich. I hadn't realized how deep in thought I was until she clears her throat to get my attention. I snap back in reality and push those thoughts aside, besides, I had a girlfriend to think good things about.
"No, your grandmother is fine." I
smile at her.
"You hear that, Becca? He thinks I'm fine." Her grandmother speaks.
"Grandma!" Becca warns.
"What? I'm not doing anything wrong.?
Becca blushes and I can't help but chuckle to myself.
"I'm Louis." I say shaking her hand.
"Becca... But I figure you already know that. This is my grandmother, you can call her Clara." She speaks kindly.
"You're not my mother, I can introduce myself, Becca Boo." Clara says.
I watch Becca cringe as she hears her grandmother use the nick-name
"Becca Boo", obviously something that embarrassed her.
"Grandma. Please?" Becca whispers, but it's loud enough for me to hear.
"Am I embarrassing you sweet pea? I really don't mean to, it's not like you need to impress anybody. I saw this boy first, don't I get dibs?"
"Grandma, you're probably about 60 years older than him."
By now I can't even suppress my laughs.
"No.. I'm only 61. I was just telling this young man about how I was around his age back in '76."
"Actually you said 1966 or 1972." I quickly add.
Grandma Clara stares at me dumbfounded.
"Now why would I say that boy?""
Becca turns to me. "How old are you?" She asks.
"24..."
"You were his age in 1956, Grandma. You were born in the year 1932, you're 81 now, remember?"
Clara thinks long and hard then her face lights up and I'm sure she's got it.
"No, no, no dear. I'm 61. Grandma will just have to the math later." She gets comfortable in her chair and begins to knit again.
Meanwhile, Becca's groaning as she face palms herself.
"You want to go somewhere else?" She asks.
"Oh, yeah, sure." I stick my hands in my pockets and begin to follow her. As I leave, I hear Clara grumble something along the lines of "she never lets me hook up with good looking guys."
"So what are you doing here in a park full of old geezers and crazy grandmothers?" She questions.
"I could ask the same thing, don't you think?"
"Very true, you answer first."
"I was just exploring. I'm new here and decided I'd see what's around town."
"Oh, well, welcome to Bradley Town. A place filled with good for nothing prats and people guaranteed to make your life miserable." She says sarcastically.
"Well aren't you a little ray of sunshine." I joke. "By the way, your turn to answer my question."
"I like to come here to think. " she shrugs. "Besides, I have to monitor my grandmother and make sure she doesn't do anything ridiculous."
"Like flirt with young attractive guys." I wink to her.
"Who says your attractive?" She laughs and I can't help but notice how cute it is.
"Your grandmother." I quickly defend.
She tucks her lips in and thinks over that statement.
"Yeah, I guess she did. She actually was right this time too." This time she winks at me and although I've been given compliments like this before, I can't help but blush.
"So this isn't the first time she's made a move on younger guys?"
She opens her mouth to make another comment but is interrupted by a phone alarm going off in her pocket.
She looks annoyed as she pulls it out and clicks the button to turn it off.
"I have to go get Grandma back home for dinner. She has this weird thing where she has to eat at the same time everyday or else she won't eat at all. I'd say she's losing it but I think she lost it ages ago, that woman is completely bonkers. Oh, look at me running my mouth, I really need to go. It was nice meeting you, Louis." She turns around to walk back but I catch her by her wrist.
"Will I see you again?" I ask.
"Do you want to see me again?" She asks.
"Well, according to you everyone else here is a 'prat' or a person 'guaranteed to make [my] life miserable'. It looks like I don't really have a second option, does it?"
"Alright, I guess that's true. I'll be here again tomorrow at noon if you want to come by."
"Sounds lovely."
And with that she gives me a small smile then runs off.
I pull out my cell phone and dial Robert's number. He answers on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rob, just wanted to let you know that-"
"This isn't Rob, boy."
"Oh...uh... Hi Zayn?" I try again, confused on why Robert wasn't in possession of his cell phone.
"This is the Chief Johnson, Robert is currently in our custody for running a burglary gang. As for the other members, I've sent my best policemen after them and I can assure you sir, we know the location of all of them. So, if you would like to speak to Robert, you'll need to wait fifty years till he's out of prison. But it looks like you'll be in prison too, Louis."
I gasp as three men surround me, all in uniform and all with a gun.
"You have the right to remain silent, boy." Chief Johnson says right in front of me, Robert's phone still pressed to his ear.
A/N sorry this is so late guys!
