John 8:44

Cold Nights

         Back to Tristan's room

Natalia picked her shorts off of the floor. "So what was so bad about your day?"

I watched her gather her things. The question was one I was expecting but regretting. "Nothing. Did you get everything? You should probably go."

She rolled her eyes and nodded. I opened the door, she walked through and turned around. "Walk with me, you know your dad scares me."

Once again something I was expecting. I nodded a yes and we continued down the hallway and stairs. When we reached the bottom the cook had just started calling my name.

"Yes?" I answered slightly irritated.

"Ah, just calling you down for dinner, is this lovely lady staying?" She stammered, ready to set another plate.

"No. I'm afraid she was just leaving." I quickly stated before pushing her closer to the door.

As we were walking to the back patio she yelled over her shoulder, "Maybe next time!"

'Not likely.' I thought to myself. We walked out and the first thing I noticed was the weather. It went from the nasty to humid. Almost hard to breathe. I watched Natalia get into the car and pushed the door behind her. The car sped down the driveway and onto the road.

I turned around, only to see my father watching me from the door. He said nothing and went back inside. About two hours later we were both seated for dinner. As usual, it went quietly.

My father finally spoke. "That girl, she comes here often, yet she never stays long. Well, she comes more than all the other girls I mean."

I rolled my eyes. "Natalia? She's no one. She's definitely no one." There was no way I was explaining my late night calls with him. The remaining time went quietly. As we finished the housekeepers cleared the table. I got up from my chair and saunter back to my empty room.

The rest of my night was drowned in music louder than my thoughts and weed. Through it all one image that stayed in my mind, that ginger haired girl, pinned against the wall.

The next morning I was awoken by the sound of an engine revving; my engine. I catapulted out of bed and threw open the window. Below was my two closest friends, Aaron and Brett. One laying on the horn doing donuts, in my car. And the other hanging out the window. I jumped into the closest clothes and raced downstairs.

"What do you think you're doing? One, that's MY car. Two, it's 7:30 in the morning! I have two and a half hours left to sleep. Why are you asses waking me up." I yelled above the roar of my engine.

They both fell out the car laughing.

"Your old man sent us. Said he needed you up and knew you would ignore the maids." Aaron said with a grin only a brother could love.