Looking up [On Hold]

Sweet toffee brown eyes

[This is currently my favorite chapter. I teared up a bit :(. I wrote this awhile ago and just got done lightly editing it. I used to write in present tense, so excuse me if some tenses are still wrong. A/N]

I quickly hung up the phone. Ana could wait. "Ms. Rivers, whaat are you um doing here?" I stammered, trying to shield my apartment from her view. It was really pointless. I was sure she already saw it and all its dilapidated glory.

She looked at me, annoyed, rolling her eyes. She was clearly trying to steal another peak at the apartment. "I think you already know, can I come in?" she asked me as she pushed past me not giving me a chance to even answer back. She nearly body-checked me. Guess you had to be strong to deal with crazy kids who could snap at any given moment. I closed the door as I turned around into the apartment.

"Soo," I started lamely. Ms. Rivers had her back turned away from me was looking around the apartment when she took a deep breath. The hallway really did smell like ass all day, every day. While my apartment wasn't much better, I cleaned it, and that was saying more than what those "cleaners" could say, and it didn't smell that bad.

She slowly turned around she was sure she saw everything she needed to, with a sly smile on her face. "Abrielle," she went on softly, "why are you in the dark?"

I shook my head and looked everywhere but at her. "The dark is nice company," I said under my breath.

She shook her head and placed her hand under her chin, causing her bracelets to rattle, and went into mock thinking mode. "Well, Abrielle, either you're depressed or out of money," she told me after an eternity of her teasing me.

By the way she smiled, it was obvious she knew the truth. Even with the little light from the retreating sun and the candle on the kitchen table, it wasn't hard to tell just how beautiful Ms. Rivers was. She was in her mid-20's. Rather young and easy to relate to. But, she was also young enough to know when I was trying to pull something over on her. She had a short cropped hairstyle. The middle was in a textured mo-hawk and the sides shaved short and close, and styled with gel.

She had high cheekbones with dark caramel skin. Her eyes, which were currently boring into my consciousness, were an almond shape and dark brown. She was tall with more of a hourglass figure. She was currently wearing several gold-plated bangles with a brown short coat with a ruffled brown shirt peeking through and green pants made out of a stretching material.

It really was no point in me lying to her right now. Might as well the truth, she'll find out eventually. "Yeah, my mom forget to leave enough money to pay the light bill," I told her and she made a nasty sour face, probably getting ready to say something that I'll probably wouldn't like.

"But, all the other utilities are up and running. It isn't that big of a deal, I heard they used candles in the old days," I quickly responded. I didn't technically lie, but I did leave out the part that they'll probably cut off the heat in fifteen days.

Ms. Rivers sighed, obviously tired of the same thing every day. She walked toward the couch where I was just sitting and threw her coat on the backside. She then turned and looked at me with a calculating gaze. I knew that face anywhere. She was probably just trying to figure out how to tell me something, but just wasn't sure how . "Let's go have a sit at the table." she walked off in the direction of the kitchen table not once sparing me another glance. Confident I will follow. I did.

When I got there Ms. Rivers was already sitting there. Her face was illuminated by the glow of the candle. I took the seat at the opposite end of the little round brown table. I smiled slightly, hoping it will ease the tension and tapped my fingers on the table, turning my head both ways and any ways. I really couldn't sit long for a suspended amount of time, especially when I was nervous.