How I See You

Chapter 22 - Alyssa.

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Alyssa.

When we get to Will’s house, his mum is sat in the kitchen reading while his dad is mowing the grass in the back garden. When we walk into the kitchen, she looks up at us and smiles.

“Hello, Alyssa,” she says. “You both alright?”

I nod. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Do you want a drink?” Will asks me. He tugs me over to the fridge, and opens it, revealing about a million different fruit juices. “We have . . . apple, orange, elderflower, strawberry, cranberry . . . or there’s Coke, milk, water . . .”

I laugh. “Um . . .”

“I know,” comes his mum’s voice from the sofa. “You could both make smoothies.”

Will looks at me, grinning. “Shall we?”
I smile. “Okay then.”

Soon all the fruit has been emptied out of the fruit bowl and fridge onto the table, and Will is pouring milk into the blender, and spilling it on the table. His dad came in a few minutes before, after he finished mowing the grass, and looked faint when he saw the mess.

“What’s your favourite fruit?” Will asks me.

I bite my lip. “I don’t know. I like strawberries, raspberries, blueberries . . .” As I say each fruit he tips them into the blender.

“Just try that for now,” I say nervously.

He nods, and then plugs the blender in. As I look at it, something doesn’t look right. Or something’s missing. But I let it pass and watch Will plug it in.

“Okay,” he says.

He moves forward to press the button, and then I know what’s wrong when I see the lid of the blender lying on the table.

“Wait-”

There is a rattling, zooming sound as I watch for a split second as the milk and fruit become one, big purple whirl, before the cold mixture comes splashing up into my face and my tank top.

I gasp, and grope for the off button quickly, then look up at Will. Lucky for him, he hasn’t had a face full of it, but it’s all over his shirt.

“Will!” I exclaim.

“Sorry,” he laughs at me, and then wipes some of it off my chin with his finger, and tastes it. “That’s good.”

I roll my eyes. “At least it’s just a smoothie,” I huff.

“Yup. Now I can lick it off.” He comes forward and starts to ‘clean’ it off my face, making me squeeze my eyes shut, laughing hysterically.

“Okay, you’re done!” I squeal after a minute.

I hear him laugh, then say, “No I’m not.” I feel him press his lips against mine, teasing my lips with his tongue, and then he dots soft, tiny kisses around my mouth, making me smile, my heart practically flipping over and heat filling my face.

When he pulls back, I open my eyes, to see him grinning down at me. “We’d better clean up.”

“What am I gonna say to my parents about this?” I demand, pointing to my top.

“We can wash it here.”
“What am I going to wear then?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Did you leave the lid off on purpose?”

He laughs loudly, his eyes widening. “No, of course not. I would never do that to you. You can put on one of mine while it’s washing.”