Nicholas Brethwell

Chapter 3

By the time Friday came, I had forgotten all about the 'dinner date' my mom scheduled so as soon as I got home she started going on about getting ready fast. After about an hour if my mom moaning at me, I was ready. I decided on jeans and a hoodie as I had no desire to dress up for the because I would rather just sit at home and watch movies till my eyes shut on their own. That's how I liked spending my weekends on my own in a little room that made me feel secure, almost like a sanctuary. Covered up in blankets with tea, movies and a few books was a paradise for me, but apparently to my mom it's anti-social and unhealthy. Since I'm an only child and I've only got about 3 friends I don't enjoy being sociable. Well I had 3 friends when Nicholas and I spent time together I guess I blocked out everybody else. So the two left on me, but the third one, Hayley, hurt the most. She was practically my sister she was the one I spoke to just after Nicholas left to go home, the one I told him all about, after he died I phoned and phoned and she just never picked up. After 2 days of calling she texted me "I'm sorry Farrar but I can't be friends with you anymore, this is to much and I can't handle the stares that we'll get at school. I'm sorry it it's not going to work. Let's just avoid each other please?" And that was the last time I ever spoke to her. That message tore me apart. 2 days after the accident, the time that I needed her the most, she decided it wasn't cool to have a friend who's boyfriend died. I had just lost the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and my best friend decides that she can't be friends with me anymore because 'she can't handle the stares'.

The car ride to the Brethwell's went quick considering they lived 30 minutes away. I knew this because my mom wouldn't stop counting down the minutes during the drive. As we approached the house I realized how big it was, I fact it was huge. As we drove up the driveway my mom buzzed the intercom and I women answered. She sounded in her mid 40's.

"Hi Debbie!"

"Hi Sharon"

"Opening the gate now!"

They sounded so excited it made me giggle just a bit. Which caused my mom to look at me oddly. As the gate opened, a narrow driveway appeared, it was a miracle my mom didn't scrape the sides of her cars as she is a terrible driver. After about 40 seconds of driving up their bricked wall driveway, which had dimmed yellow lights so often which have the whole house a really nice vintage sort-of vibe to it, we approached double garage doors and a women, who had short short, sandy brown hair and she was in a loose black dress that came to above her knees. A man who looked the same age as her appeared, he had his arm around her so I assume they're a couple. He was in a grey suit, but he must've took the tie off because it was missing. I assume he was a a business man, or someone who has to dress smartly for his job and someone who works late, maybe a lawyer? Next to him was a boy who looked about 18, he was good looking, I have to say. I guess we caught each other's eyes cause we were looking at each other. Then I realized all three of them had thee most gorgeous hazel eyes I've ever seen. He was in skinny jeans and a navy blue, v-line neck shirt and had white nike shoes on.

My mom pulled in and parked in front of the first garage door. The second one had, what looked like a brand new Ford car in front of it. It must be the sons.

"Hi Sharon! How are you?" I heard as I started to climb out the car.

"Aw, I'm fine and you?"

'Sharron' had a really welcoming voice, a voice you would want to hear if your heart was broken. A loving voice.