chasing opposites (18+ advised)

How the other half live

MICHAEL~

I sit in the passenger seat of her small,slightly rusted car, trying to forget about what I saw upon her fragile arms, but I have so many unanswered questions that I know I must keep to myself for we all have pasts and i would hate for her to find out about mine.

She drives with a stern face that leaves me wondering why she's so cruel and distant, almost as if she's shut off from the world. "I'm sorry for being an asshole",I say once again as I can't seem to stop apologising, hoping that I'll get to see but a glimpse of a smile. "Yeah you've already said that...more than five times now",she speaks but her face is still cold, I've never felt nervous around a girl before maybe it's because she reminds of somebody... she reminds me of myself. "I've never been to this part of town before, I wonder what they'd think of the likes of me walking through their perfect white picket fence neighbourhood?",I laugh jokingly as I ogle the large detached houses that glow white in the sun, all of which look at least three stories high, all with their own driveway and a car of expensive taste. "They'd probably do what they do to me, scowl and turn in the opposite direction"she shrugs before pulling into one of the driveways that holds a Mercedes Benz sports car upon it, looking at her in confusion as she stops the engine and gets out, does she live here?

"This is where you live?",I ask in utter disbelief not that I expected her to live in a place like mine but something a little less than this. "No this is where Patricia and Owen live",she mumbles as she fiddles with the door keys, "who are they?",I ask as I cautiously step inside upon the white marble floor that remains so polished that I can see my own reflection, not wanting to put my rugged boots upon it's crystal clear surface. "They're My guardians...well my parents",she speaks again, I'm either left with one word answers, two if I'm lucky. "I'm adopted but I'm sure you could've guessed that", she blurts out as she slips off her tatty, worn out converse, pulling the hair tie from her curly deep red hair that I obviously assume isn't her natural colour. "Oh",I simply state as I stand like a lost puppy at the door, not wanting to touch anything or even come as close as to step on the floor. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to remember how to use your legs? They've been working fine every time you've stalked me",she sarcastically voices as she climbs up one of the carpeted stairs and looks down at me like the peasant I feel that I am as of now, I don't belong anywhere like this.

I gulp before joining her, making our way up the hefty flight of stairs, the railing appearing as if made of pure marble not wanting to touch it incase it leaves a mark of my poverty. "Just...Don't touch anything and definitely don't sit on my bed okay?", she exclaims with a finger pointing in my direction, "Okay okay... damn",I hold up my hands and make my way inside, it's completely different to downstairs and the hall that led to her room, it's painted a dark grey, her walls holding various posters upon them of bands that she likes, purple glowing fairy lights trailing over the headboard of her bed that litters itself in intricate pillows and cushions of all colours and sizes. She throws her bag to the floor and sits beside it in the middle of the large room as she rolls out the poster paper and tapes it's curled corners to the ground.

"Aren't you going to help me? I've never seen you look so lost...you're usually opening that dumb mouth of yours by now, you always have something to say",she speaks leaning back on her hands as she ogles my uncomfortable form for I feel and look so out of place, although so does she...her choice of clothing and the way she simply carries herself does not correlate with a house like this, I'd hate to meet who owns this place. "Sorry I'm just...thinking",I excuse as I glide over to join her, her face softening as she tries to read me, scared that she might. "Thinking About what?",she asks with almost a hint of sweetness to her often cold voice.

"Oh so now your interested in what I have to say...you're usually shutting me down",I scoff although punching myself for ruining what could have been a normal moment for us. "I'm usually shutting you down because you talk to me like I'm an idiot...face it you're an asshole",she spits back with attitude, not knowing whether to love or hate it as I've never met a girl so reserved and timid yet so strong minded and not afraid to tell me what's what.