Strange Thoughts

Part One-Chapter Four-Aleya

Aubrey and I are walking up to a large white house, that belongs to Grayson Parker, the supposed boy of my dreams. It's a traditional mansion. The driveway is long and winding. We walk along it for a very long time, before anyone says anything.

"So, are you excited to see the love of your life?" Aubrey says. I glare at her, and she lets out a light chuckle.

I admit, I do have a small crush on Gray. Since I'm homeschooled, and all the other boys in my neighborhood are jerks, he's the only one that I think is actually decent.

When Gray moved into the neighborhood, I was only nine. The accident had already happened, and Gray was the only one who didn't know about it. I was still trying to take control of my ability, but I was good enough at that point to avoid listening in Gray's thoughts.

Gray had been perfectly nice to me. It was nice, after what I had faced with Robbie. He had offered me apple juice, and let me try out his new Xbox 360. I remember what happened vividly.

Aubrey doesn't really understand my crush on Gray, being that she has met a lot of boys, some like Gray, and some like Robbie. She has lots to choose from, but for me, the pickings are very slim.

Gray has sandy blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a smile that makes you feel dizzy and warm. His skin looks like he had just been sunbathing by a pool, and whenever he's nervous, his face turns a light shade of pink. He's the perfect height, taller than me, but not too much taller.

Yes, I have spent a lot of time thinking of these descriptions. It's sad, but I have a lot of time on my hands, and a lot of my sisters celebrity magazines to look through when I'm bored.

After a little more walking in silence, and a lot of thinking, I respond to my sister. "Yes, I like him, but he's most likely not the love of my life." "Okay," Aubrey says. "If you say so." "Look, we're here!" We reach the end of the driveway, and look up at the house. We had seen this house plenty of times, but the same feeling of awe comes back every time we see it.

It's huge, made with black and white marble. It has black shutters, covering up the glass pane windows. There is a small staircase of steps leading up to the giant front door, which is painted white.

Our house is big, but it is nothing compared to Gray's. I have never seen a house as big as Gray's.

Gray's dad is a famous retired model. I am not allowed to tell anyone who, because of confidentiality issues. Luckily, his dad being famous, has never gotten in the way of our friendship. Gray doesn't think he's better than me, or better than anyone. He is just thankful for the very privileged life he has.

Aubrey steps on the porch and knocks the big, brass knocker against the door. We hear footsteps coming from inside the house, and we stand back so the door won't knock us over when it swings open.

Gray's butler Dan, a friendly man who is always up for a conversation, stands at the open door. He is an older man, about sixty, wearing a nice suit. He holds a tray out for us with mints. I take one as Dan starts to speak.

"The Parkers are out in the backyard. Have fun!" Dan gives us a wide smile as we walk over to the back door. We walk down another small staircase, to a huge yard.

All the grass has been cut off a small part of the yard. The ground is made out of smoothed stone. A red barbecue grill has been set up, and Gray's dad is flipping burgers, Jack and Robbie eagerly watching him. There is another boy there who seems familiar. I assume that he is Robbie and Jack's cousin, who is coming to stay with the William's. Gray's mom is standing beside Gray. She waves us over.

"Gray, some of your friends are here!" Mrs. Parker says. We walk over to where she's standing. She is about 45 years old, but she looks like she could be ten years younger, with all the plastic surgery I assume she has gotten. Her dyed hair is in pretty blonde waves, and she has layers of makeup on her face.