Home?

Chapter 8: Oh, here we go.

Declan

"Don't take me home, please. I don't care where, just not back there." She says is a to clam voice.

I nod and take the road that will bring me home. This morning I didn't want my parents to scare her off but the one place that makes me feel better is my house. I want to know what happened with her and her mom. She looks like her. She has her body shape but as Ivory skin is a beautiful light tan her mother's skin is dark.

Why doesn't she want to go home? Why did she call her home a 'hell hole'? Maybe her life at home isn't as great as I thought it was. I need to know what's happening but if I ask her, what will she do? Will she tell me? Whether she blocks me out and hate me again? I don't know, but I need to.

I pull up to the bright yellow house. My house looks exact opposite of Ivory's. The grass is dying. The rose bushes on the side of the house need to be trimmed. The fence on either side of the house need to be repainted. It's a two-story house. Too many bedrooms for only three of us now. My room is the one in the back. Sometimes I climb down from the latter my dad put just in case of a fire. Just to get away, go for a walk. My parents know I do it.

"What? It's supposed to be a happy color! That's what my mom said to the painters," I look over to see my mom's home but not my dad. I start to open my door but her hand stops me.

"Wait, this is your house?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, now stay there and let me get that door."

I get out and see my mom in the kitchen making something. She hears my car door slam she looks out the window of the kitchen and waves. I waved back and walk to the other side of the car.

I open the door to her side and she is pulling her hair out of its ponytail, "Stop. You look gorgeous as always," Her eyes widen then I realize what I said. Oops, I let that out. But since this morning when she kissed me on the cheek I have had a lot more confidence. I have a shot. I kissed back she didn't move away.

I laugh and take her hand walk her to the door. I open the door, walk inside pulling her with me. This is the house I grew up in. I love the walkway that leads into the kitchen stairs in the living room. Just as the outside the kitchen isn't right blue color. It's a new modern kitchen. My mom had it remodeled a couple years ago with still counters and island in the middle of the room. Double oven, an electric stove, a microwave that's built into the wall. The kitchen is probably the cleanest room in the house my mom is always. She loves cooking. She makes too much for only three people.

"Mom, I'm home!" I yell as I close the door behind Ivory.

"You know where I am!" She yells back in her kind voice. My mother is probably the nicest person in the world. Since my little teddy bear was my mom swore that she would live a life like my sister would've, I did too.

I get in the kitchen. I see her at the stove mixing something. It smells amazing in here. I feel Ivory's hand tighten my mind. That makes me smile down at her.

My mom is almost as short as Ivory. She has my black hair but hers goes all the way down to the middle of her back. I got my eyes for my dad. She has dark hazel eyes. She is a very pretty lady, my mother. My dad says my mom has curves but that's kind of gross, she's my mom. He does it just to gross me out. People say I look like her and my dad. But I think I look like my mom. We have the same sweet facial features. I do have some features from my dad like my nose, my ears, my jawline. My mom says you can cut an apple on our jaws.

"What are you making, now?" I asked as I sat down at the island. Ivory sits nexts to me. I still have her hand. I squeeze it as to tell her to relax. She does but in her eyes she still has doubts. I gave her my charming smile but I have not used on her. She blushes.

"Well, I made cookies for the girl you were going on and on about this morning. So when you see her next tell her she can come over anytime. Or you are making her up. That would make more sense. You have never brought a girl here."

"He didn't make me up, Mrs. Alexander," Ivory says in a small voice.

My mom gasps, stops mixing and turns around slowly. She looks at Ivory taking her all. All of her perfectness. My mother gasped again. Her eyes her wide. She puts a hand to her mouth.

"He sure didn't. He didn't say you are absolutely gorgeous. Wait, is this the girl who you treated so poorly. I swear, my son is an idiot."

"Hey! I'm right here!" I throw my hands up to show in my defense.

"Oh, shut it," My mom said and walks up to Ivory to get a better look. "Wow, you really are something. I thought you were made up," She turns to look at me with a sweet smile. "He has been talking about making it up to you for months now. He truly wants to make it up to you, sweetie," She looks back at Ivs. "God, you are something to look at. You have to have something wrong with you."

"MOM!" I yelled and Ivory laughs.

"What! This girl is a model. These has to be something to make this girl real. Can I guess?" My crazy mother asked. This was a bad idea. She is going to scare her away.

"No!" I yell but Ivory nods her head yes with a smile.

"Crazy?"

"I don't think I'm crazy. Sassy, maybe."

"Mean girl?"

I answer that one. "No.

"Spoiled brat?"

Ivory laughs again. "No, don't even have a car."

"Bad home life?"

"Bingo!" Ivs says like it's not a bad thing when it is.

My mom's face falls. "I was hoping it wasn't that one."

"Oh, it's fine, Mrs. Alexander. It makes me real like you said, right. That's why he brought me here my mom and I got into it at my job." She turns to look at me. "She thought you stayed the night. She somehow saw you pick me up this morning. I told her that you just took me to breakfast. Then she said for you not to come to her house ever again. That's why I called my house 'hell hole'."

"Do I have to stop picking you up?" Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!

"No, I told her if you wanted to take me to work you could."

I wasn't ever thinking about stopping, I was about to say when the front door open and my dad walks in the kitchen. Oh, here we go.