The Start Of A Good Thing (Book 1)

Chapter 42

On Saturday afternoon Trevor was driving down a long street, one turn away from being lost. He managed to find a way to drive despite his injured left leg. In his mind he was already better, and made the decision to stop using his crotches. He could walk okay, but found he had minor limp.

            Trevor didn’t remember the directions India gave him to get to her house, but wasn’t about to call. He continued to ride the road, which led he down an unrecognizable path. Trevor saw a street sign that read ‘Morris Ave’. That was a road India mentioned while she gave the directions. He quickly jerked the wheel to the right, curving the car on Morris Ave. the sound of tires squeaking from swerving on concrete echoed into the sky. Trevor straightened the wheel, feeling a little more confident than before.

            He kept driving up Morris Ave trying to recollect on what India told when he saw the neighborhood Valley Hills. His eyes brightened with relief as he made a left turn into the neighborhood. Valley Hills was a pretty sporty area. Every house Trevor passed looked like it cost a good bit of money.

             Trevor had to divert his attention from the large homes so he could focus on the house numbers. India lived at 287 Penn Court and Trevor had no idea how to get there. It was by pure luck that he stumbled upon her neighborhood.

            Twenty minutes later and Trevor was on his second voyage through Valley hills. He already drove around the neighborhood once without finding the house, so he decided to take one more shot at it before calling her. He rolled down the driver window, sticking his head out to get a better view of the house numbers. The font of the numbers was so small that Trevor’s eyes strained to read them. Just when he was about to give up he discovered a mailbox to his right that read 287.

            Trevor slammed on the brakes at once and pulled up to front of the house. It was a two-story building with an average sized garage. For some strange reason, Trevor imaged India would live in a mansion, not a normal home. Making sure his appearance was straight; he checked the mirror one last time before exiting the car with his book bag. He walked to the front like he lived in the neighborhood, and rung the bell like a sell’s man.

            The patter of footsteps could be heard inside while Trevor waited for an answer. It wasn’t long after that that India’s ten-year-old brother Michael accompanied by his seven-year-old sister Cassie swung open the door. They stared at Trevor with big glossy eyes.

            “Who are you?” Michael asked, his sister standing behind him.

            “Trev… I’m here to see Indy… I mean India,” Trevor announced.         

            A smile seemed to grow on Michael’s face when Trevor introduced himself. “Okay. Hold on a sec,” he turned around and stepped to the entrance of the living room. “Hey India! ‘Trevor’s’ here!” Trevor leaned in the doorway hearing someone shout something back that he couldn’t make out. He glanced down at India’s little sister who was still staring at him.

            “Hi! I’m Cassie!” she exclaimed, waving at him.