Break The Ice

Chapter 4

New chapter again. And please,if you read it, comment at least. Your opinion is more valuable than you think. So yeah, enjoy and there will be more.

xoxo Berry

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I slept so soundly last night. I had almost forgotten how it felt. I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin,but nature had another plan. As I looked outside, I saw the slightly intimidating grey of the storm clouds and I began praying that it didn’t rain. I stretched out as I stood, giving my all to resist the lure of my bed. I walked out into the kitchen to find the place entirely empty, except for a note on the fridge.

‘ Chance,

              Went out to work with Aisling. I made breakfast, it’s covered on the counter.

                                                                                                        - R.’

I let out a sigh at the loneliness and took my breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast and I plopped myself in front of the television, deciding to watch reruns of Full House before I got ready to head over to Gwendolyn. My mind involuntarily drifted off to last night,before I fell asleep. Where had I heard that voice? I’m almost certain I know. I dismissed my inner ramblings, blaming it on fatigue.

When I caught myself, it was four in the afternoon. I had one hour. I got up and took a speedy shower,not even letting the slothy, hot water sway me. I dressed decently enough for casual business and I took off with my package case. The bus was never really my best option, but today I counted my blessings, as there was a free single seat. The clouds outside were persistent on remaining where they were, so I just passed the time by praying it didn’t rain. Eventually I got bored and just zoned out, half-heartedly gazing at the people on the sidewalks we zoomed past.

“Hey Hey! We’re at your stop,” the bus driver grunted rudely in my face. I paid it no mind and I headed off the big chunk of metal. It took me a ten minute walk to Gwendolyn’s home, but I finally made it. I pressed the doorbell, hearing the familiar polyphonic chime before the clank of metal and the door swung open to reveal Gwen’s granddaughter Kaylee, who must be spending the day with her. I squatted to her level and smiled, ruffling her long tresses of auburn hair.

“Well, you’re not Gwen.” I chuckled. She had grown another inch. At age five, she was now standing at four feet.

“Hey unca’ Chance.” she chimed in her sweet little voice. The first time I made a delivery here she took instantly to me, making me sit to meet all her stuffed animal friends. I had babysat her for a while, then my business got busy.

“Come on Key, let’s get you in for a nap,” Gwen came around and her face lit up as she enveloped me in a hug, “ hey Chance. Come in.” At sixty seven, she amazes me at how vibrant and potty-mouthed she is. At least when Kaylee’s not here. I fished out her products and put them on the kitchen table before she sat me down in the living room, insistent that I at least have some tea. She then, after minutes of getting Kaylee to nap, joined me. I probably should have advised against that, since Kaylee would wake up with enough energy to last till morning, but the damage is dealt.

“So, how’s the boyfriend going?” she wiggles her eyebrows as she winked. I felt the blush creep up to my face.

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t met him yet.” I mumbled and she clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Chance, you have to move quickly, the good ones are going way too fast. You don’t want those scrawny, sad excuses,” she said,holding up an issue of Tiger Beat in one hand, “you want a real man!” she exclaimed softly, holding up in the other hand, an issue of Men’s Health. She’s always like this, it’s amusing but unnerving.