We All Go To Hell

Chapter Six

"Just a warning..."

I'd started, turning to face him as we approached my house.

"My mother may be overly invasive and er..my room's kinda messy. "

But I didn't get the reaction I was really expecting. Instead of a 'oh, well that's weird. You're kinda weird too' I got much more appreciated "It's cool, man. I dont mind." With a warm, reassuring smile following.

I couldnt help but smile back, even though my smile wasn't exactly my favorite feature of mine.

Once we got there I'd pulled my spare key from my from jeans pocket and opened the door, letting Frank step in before me.

Before I knew it, my mom had rushed over to the door, a huge smile on her face.                       

"Hey, sweetie. You're home pretty late I no-"

Then her eyes averted to Frank, who stood- smug smile on his lips- conveniently in the door way.

"And who is this?"

My mother asked raising an eyebrow.

"This is Frank. From uh...from school. Remember?"

A smile grew on her face and she turned to him, holding her arms out for a welcoming hug.

He obliged,  quite awkwardly to be honest, and then pulled away.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Way."

"Oh please. Call me Donna."

She said, flapping her hand in front of her face.

"Er. Uh. Nice to meet you, Donna. "

He said correcting himself and that made my mother smile again.

"So, Frank...will you be staying for dinner?"

He turned to me, shooting me a questioning glance. I nodded, in return and turned to my mom.

"Uh, yeah, he is."

I said softly, looking past her at Mikey who was playing his game boy in the living room.

"Great. I'll just be ordering pizza then?"

I looked back at her beaming face.

"Perfect."

I sighed slightly and pushed past her toward the basement steps, beckoning Frank to follow.

He thanked her quickly for letting him stay and for being so polite, to which she feigned modesty and told him it was unnecessary to thank her.

Which, whatever. She'd always done that when I brought friends over. (Which was not often)

I lead him down the steps to where my room was.

I'd have to admit, I was extremely nervous. I didn't normally make friends, therefore I didn't normally bring people into my bedroom, which, I wasn't quite fond of...but it kept the sunlight out and I had some cool stuff in there..I guess.

I opened the door for him and he followed me inside. I closed the door behind us.

"Er. Uh. Don't mind the mess...I've just been uh..busy. "

I lied. My room was always like this. Random comics sprawled out on my desk, sketches scattered the floor, empty soda cans, cigarette butts filling the ashtray that lived on my bedside table. It didn't bother me, the mess, although I'd always been out of place at someone else's house if it were messy. But when it was myself I didnt mind one bit.