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Chapter Fourteen:- Home Visits

"Jensen you don’t have to do this. You know that right?"

"Just walk! Nothing will happen"

"But its too late to go to someone's house Jensen. Its called bad manners"

It wasn't really that late and my "self imposed" curfew starts at 10. My parents don't really mind me staying out but going to Jensen's house felt weird for some reason. Not the bad kind of weird. The weird feeling I have now-a-days everytime when Jensen's around. Plus I don't really understand why he's taking me to his house!

"Huh?" He looked at me as if I was crazy or something. "Walk into my house and you'll be the only person with manners"

"What do you mean?" , as I said this I heard the sound of glass breaking and then a lot of high pitched laughs.

As we walked towards his front porch, which by the way is huge, Jensen rang the bell and I could hear what was happening inside the house.

"DRAKE!!! OPEN THE DOOR!! ARE YOU DEAF!!"

"MOM!! I CANT I'M NOT IN THE CONDITION" ,

 'Condition' Seriously? What is going on inside?

"ELABORATE YOUR CONDITION. WILL YOU?"

"I'M PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF MOVING MY LIMBS BECAUSE OF A CERTAIN MENTAL FIXTURE TOWARDS SOMETHING"

What is this person talking about? From the voice it sounded like a ten or eleven year old kid.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN DRAKE?"

"I'M ON THE COUCH WATCHING T.V MOM!"

"OH GOD! FINE!!" , and till this time Jensen kept ringing the doorbell just to irritate them with a playful smile on his face as if he didn't bother that there were people yelling inside his house. His house was smaller than a mansion and but as big as a villa. It had a medium sized gate in front of the house which opened to the garden and with a very wide stony path towards the main building. The garden was breathtaking. There were vines and climbers and there were blue orchids, all sorts of roses and jasmines. There was a medium sized pond towards the left hand side corner of the garden which most probably had white water lillies. There was an overhead bough of jasmines.  On the right of the house was a very high tech looking garage. The house was pearl white in color with many.. MANY windows. French windows. Where does he take his bike out from every morning? Don't tell me he runs over the garden. That would just be too barbaric of him. I mean the house( I mean villa) is beautiful.

 I could hear the footsteps of someone walking towards the door. As the door opened I saw a fair, tall lady with dark brown hair that ended in soft curls on her shoulders with a angry face opened the door. But her angry expression totally changed to a happy expression when she turned her face towards me.

"Bravo!" , she said clapping and continued, "At last  you bought a girl home. I have waited so long for this moment. Come in come in"