Here Goes Nothing!

CHAPTER 3: A new encounter

Chris and I made our way to my house in silence and I settled him down in the living room, telling him to make himself at home. While he sat in my living room, I frantically searched for my mum. "MUM! COME DOWN HERE! QUICKLY!" I shouted up the stairs. A few seconds later, my mum appeared at the top of the stairs. "What?! What is it?!" she said hurriedly. I looked at her with curious eyes, "We have a visitor." Mum's face suddenly turned confused, "Okay." was all I could make out. She walked down the stairs and I lead her to the living room in which a very confused boy sat. "This is Chris. He's crashed his car outside and I would like you to fix him up, please." I emphasised the 'please' and shot her a look of puppy eyes. My mum and I looked over at Chris, who then gave a nervous wave. I put my hand over my mouth and coughed, trying to hide a laugh. He just looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. "Mum, patch him up. I'll make tea." I ordered. I scurried into the kitchen before either of them could say anything. After filling up the kettle, I waited for the water to boil. I took out my phone and called the car-repair service and reported Chris's crashed car. I really should've done this before inviting this complete stranger into my house! I'm not sure what pulled me away from the sensible normal being. Perhaps it was to do with the fact I was in the presence of a cute boy that actually noticed me! I put my phone away just as the kettle clicked ready. I poured in the steaming hot water into the two mugs I had prepared in front of me and added milk. Maybe I should've asked how he liked his tea... Oh well, perhaps I'd be lucky. I walked back into the living room with two hot mugs of tea. Mum was dabbing Chris's face with cold cotton wool, cleaning his wounds. He flinched a few times as mum touched his tanned skin with the wet cotton wool. Clearly it was stinging. I really felt sorry for him but I guess it could've been much worse! He could've broken an arm or a leg or something. Thank goodness he didn't.

I didn't realise I was standing in the doorway until mum snapped her fingers, bringing me back to reality. Man, when I zone out I really do zone out! I walked towards Chris and bent over, handing him his tea. He looked up at my face and just stared for seconds. A tint of red creeped on my cheeks and he finally took the mug brushing his hand against mine while trying to grasp the handle. "Thank you..." he said, pausing before saying my name, like he'd forgotten it. "Agnes," I blurted out, "and it's really no trouble." He smiled sweetly at me and so I smiled back, taking my hand away off of the mug. I took the chair in the corner of the room and made it my own, plumping myself down on it.

The room was slient except for the winces Chris kept making when mum was trying to heal him. A phone started ringing from upstairs. It wasn't mine so it must've been mum's. Popping my mug down on the small coffee table in the middle of the room, I leaped up and rushed upstairs to pick up mum's phone, considering she had her hands tied and this current time. She didn't mind me answering her calls because I knew mostly everyone she knew! "Hello? This is Agnes, who's calling?" I said when I finally reached the phone. "Oh, hi Agnes, it's Jane. Is your mother around? I believe I have found something of hers." Jane said from the other side of the line. "Sure, give me a sec." I replied back to her. "MUM! IT'S JANE! SHE WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU!" I screamed down the stairs. Soon enough, I heard mum's footsteps and the phone was taken from me. I plodded back down the stairs and to the living room where Chris was still sat. I took my tea from the table and plopped down next to him on the sofa. "Are you feeling any better?" I asked him. "Quite a lot better, thanks. That was a really nice thing you did. Letting in a complete stranger into your house... Which, may I add, is lovely." I laughed at him and then lightly patted his shoulder, "Not a problem. Is your tea okay?" I said after I saw him take a sip and and squinting like he had just eaten a lemon. "Uhh... Yeah, did you put any sugar in it?" He handed his mug back to me and added, "A teaspoon of sugar should do fine." He then smiled. I would say that I smiled back but as soon as I came back into this room, I haven't been able to stop smiling! "Ah, a sweet tooth, I see... Well, at least you were honest!" I giggled and he chuckled. I then got up and walked into the kitchen, adding sugar to his tea. Okay, maybe I wasn't so lucky with the tea. I couldn't help but feel like a pair of eyes had been watching my every move as I walked out.

Having added the sugar to his tea, I walked back in to find mum waiting. "Jane found Jack on the side of the road so I'm going to pick him up from her house." "Oh," was all I could say at that point. I looked up at where my mum was standing, only to make eye contact with an empty space where mum stood seconds ago. In a hurry to get out, was she...? I leaned over to Chris and passed him his tea again, this time with added sugar. I felt his soft hands graze my rough ones, sending a spark off inside of me. Then I sat next to him again and sipped my own tea, which was now slightly warm. 

We sat in a nice, comfortable silence for a few minutes before Chris cleared his throat and spoke up. "So, Agnes, what school do you go to?" My head bolted up at the sound of my name, "I've got one more exam until I've finished my GCSEs at Bently Secondary School. Where do you go?" The look on his face had changed to one that was quite shocked. "Well, I, uhh... I have one more GCSE exam... At Bently Secondary School... I'm there too... That's weird, I've never seen you before, though! Are you new?!" He was so curious now and he was asking me so many questions that it actually took me a while to take it all in! "No, I'm not new... I'm one of the quiet people and I don't have a lot of friends. Plus also, my friends and I tend to eat lunch round the back of the school, near the well and the pond so we won't be seen." I said rather quickly. "Oh, okay. I'm quite a quiet boy too. If you weren't so pretty I wouldn't have agreed to invade your household. I only really have one friend, Sam; I've known him since Primary School. So, you must be the same as me, right? I'm 17 but I turn 18 at the beginning of next month." I'm sorry, but how was this guy quiet?! He wouldn't stop talking! And more importantly, how can a kid this cute not have friends?! Well, that's beyond my logic... "I've actually just turned 18," I replied just as happily, "only a few weeks ago, actually." I smiled again and took another sip of my tea and tried to sort my head. 'Hello, Brain? Make a new folder cabinet called Chris Walker, pronto.'

When those silent minutes passed, the silence was cracked by a very loud truck from outside. "Hey, Chris," I said, nudging him. "The tow-truck's here." He jumped up and walked swiftly to the door. "Thank you so much for everything! I'll be sure to call you if I have any problems!" he said before disappearing into the busy street. I looked over at the table to find a note with some scribbles written on it. I picked it up and looked at it. It read: "Agnes, thanks to you and your mum for helping me out in my time of need. Here's my number-" A telelphone number was written down very roughly as if he had written it very rushed. "Be sure to call me, okay? See you 'round! - Chris Walker" I then picked up my phone, debating whether I should remember or forget him. Was he one to cause trouble?