The Rise and Falls of Melody Wilson

Part 15

I found myself awake before noon, cleaning. Scrubbing, vacuuming, wiping and washing everything to be exact.

I was starting to doubt my decision to have him come here. Did I even want to talk to him? Was him coming to  my house a bad choice?

It was too late to back out now, I told myself as I finished loading the washer with dishes.

My mom had already left for her job as a secretary for some big-shot lawyer. It was the closest she had come to her dream of being a lawyer herself is what she has told me a few years back when she started there.

Thankfully, Riley had left in the middle of the night and was nowhere to be seen.

It was getting close and closer to noon so I hurried upstairs to shower and get dressed before he arrived. When I emerged from the shower twenty minutes later, my hair was washed and smelling fresh. Unfortunately I didn't have Mariah's wonder shampoo or conditioner so it wasn't as soft as how it was the night of the school dance, but it'd have to do. I quickly went to my closet and found my favorite loose white v-neck shirt, and my dark fitted skinny jeans, and changed into them.

At exactly twelve o'clock the door bell rang and I felt my stomach clench in obvious nervousness. Quickly shaking it off, I hurriedly slipped on my fuzzy blue house slippers and scampered downstairs.

With a deep breath I steeped up to the front door and whipped it open. As an after thought I told myself I should have checked who it was, but pushed it aside when I saw him standing on my porch with his hands in the pockets of black slim jeans.

He had been looking down at his gray Vans, but looked up when he heard me open the door.

"Hey."

"Hi," I greeted with a smile. A second wave of nervousness hit me as I watched him stand there. I still wasn't sure this was the right thing, or smartest thing to do, but like I had said earlier, it was too late to back out now.

Andrew cleared his throat, “It’s kind of cold out here." he hinted and I saw his breath as he spoke it.

I stepped back allowing room for him to come in and escape the cold November air. "Yeah, sorry. Come in."

He stepped around me and started to remove his modern style leather jacket. Suddenly a wave of consciousness swam through me as I watched him stand in my old house. He was probably used to big mansions like the one Jack owned and possibly even lived in one himself.  There weren't many high-class neighborhoods in town, but the few that were around had amazing, big houses in it. And compared to those, my house looked an old shack.

He was still looking about as I led him into the living room and we sat down on the sofa. "So..." I started, sitting at the opposite end of the couch facing him.

"This place looks the same." he said, "kind of."

I looked around the room, my eyes taking in everything I was so used to looking at. The old TV set sitting on its wooden shelf thing, the small glass coffee table stood in front of the couch, the tan carpet lying under everything only covered with a few stains.

"I changed the window curtains," I said looking at the simple cream colored one that hung in place of the old floral print ones.

Andrew follow my gaze, "Oh, yeah. Those are nice." He turned back and offered a small smile.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked suddenly, wanting to do something to fill the awkward space.

He started to shake his head, but I hurried to the kitchen before he could decline.