Heaped Up

Chapter 5

Heaped up

Chapter 5 

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By the time we got to Marc's house, Marc just turned to me and started babbling, "Look, My aunt is inside and you're gonna be staying with her until Amelia gets here, she's on her way. And I think it'd be awkward if she arrived and stayed here alone so you're gonna have to be there and make her feel comfortable until I get here. I'll bring you guys some food. Now get out." He gasped for air.

"Tell me your aunt isn't like my dad." I was slightly terrified.

"No, don't worry. She's young." He chuckled.

"Okay, see you later." I got out of the car and paced to the front door. I was about to knock when it suddenly opened itself. 

My eyes fell on brunette lady who looked in her early thirties. She had golden brown locks that covered her shoulders. Her eyes were green with a slight shade of grey and of course a perfect shaped nose. She had round full lips. She smiled widely at me which reaveled her perfectly pearl teeth and lifted her high cheekbones more.

"You're Boston." She squealed while lifting her hands which made her pink cropped top to rise and reavel her tummy. "I'm Clarissa, Mark's aunt." She pecked me on the cheek.

"Wow, you look pretty young." I smiled.

"Aw, thank you. I love how natural your beauty is." She squealed again, it seemed like a habit for her to squeal.

"Thanks." 

"Look, I have to go now. I made you brownies, they're Meth's favorite." The mention of his name made me flench. "He's upstairs,"

"No-" I interrupted.

"I'll have to go now, bye babe." She hugged me and disappeared.

What.

I don't even know where the kitchen is. I walked past the living room and through a hallway which leaded to the stairs. "He's upstairs" No, definetly not going there. I noticed a door on the right side of the stairs. I paced to it and opened the door.

THE KITCHEN!

It had a wooden floor and baby blue walls. There was a black table seated in the middle of the room. I took a seat and saw a plate with brownies with sprinkles on top. I've never been a fan of chocolates, but I loved the smell of it. So I just sniffed it.

"What the hell are you doing!" A rough and raspy voice yelled.

I almost slipped and landed on the floor, "N-Nothing." I tried to keep my voice steady.

He walked towards me and shoved the plate to his side. He took a seat in front of me and started chewing on the brownies.

He was wearing a V-line neck red shirt with worn out grey shorts. His hair was jumbled, he looked like he just woke up.

"Stop staring.." He snapped.

I blushed, "I'm sorry." He just rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, a girl barged into the room. I looked closely at her face and recognized her face immediatly. She was the carnival girl.

"Hey." She rested her chin on Meth's shoulder and brushed his neck and cheek with kisses. He seemed to be okay with it, he just continued eating his brownies.

"What is she doing here?" She threw her hands around his neck and squeezed his head between her boobs.

"Boston, she is Boston" I smiled at her.