Knee Socks (BWS)

The Worst First Impressions

I woke up too early and rolled over to face Sarah. Her back was to me, her hair over her shoulder and I saw a small tattoo of a yin yang on her now exposed shoulder blade. I smiled to myself as I thought of her hiding this from her parents. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

When I woke up Sarah had got up, but her scent was still on the pillow next to me. I got up, pulled a pair of trousers on and opened the curtains. I could hear Sarah in the bathroom so I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. She came in wearing her black tights from yesterday and a shirt that was mine, which she cinched at the waist with the sash from her dress.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning beautiful." I said. She smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked. I opened the cupboard.

"Toast sounds good." she said.

We ate in silence, not an awkward silence, just because nothing needed saying. When I finished eating I took my plate and Sarah's too and put them in the dishwasher. Sarah had gone into the living room and I followed and she sat on the sofa and I put my arm around her and she snuggled into me.

"Brad, last night was amazing." she said.

"I know," I said. "Was it your first time?" I asked. She blushed and shook her head.

"No, was it yours?" she asked.

"Nope." I said. "I like what you did to my shirt by the way."

"Well I wasn't going to wear that dress again today." she said. "And anyway, it's comfy." Then her phone rang.

"It's my Mum," she said. "She's meant to be in Paris, why's she calling me." she sounded kind of panicky.

"Hi Mum what's up? You're here? What now? Um ok I'll come and get you. Ok. Love you too. Bye." she hung up.

"You ok?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, but my parents are here and so is my brother. They need a lift home from the airport." she said, biting down on her lip.

"I'll give them a lift." I said. She smiled.

"Thanks," she said. We got in the car.

At the airport her parents were in the cafe with a geeky looking guy about my age. They stood up when they saw Sarah and me.

"Why darling, how simply delightful it is to see you. And your clothes! You look um... ravishing. Very 2014." said her Mum. Her Dad looked her up and down and then looked at me.

"Is my daughter wearing your clothes then?" he asked. "Who might you be?"

"My name is Bradley Will Simpson." I said. Her mother limply shook my hand and smiled.

"Hello Bradley, nice to meet you." said her Mum. "I'm Julie, and this is my husband Steven and my son Dudley."

"Shall I take your bag?" I asked, picking up her surprisingly heavy suitcase.

"Such a gentleman." she said. Sarah gave me an apologetic look.

"I'll take yours Dad." she said. Her Dad dumped the suitcase on her.

The drive home was spent mostly in an awkward silence.

"Where are you staying?" asked Sarah.

"With Dudley, because he has the house and stuff." said Dad. Sarah nodded.

"We're all having dinner tonight at 7, Sarah you and Brad simply must come." said Julie.

"Can't wait." said Sarah.