Anything But Ordinary

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Reagan

When they pulled into her driveway, Reagan cringed at the sight of her house. It was a simple two story, fixer upper, that had never been fixed up. In part because her dad could never finish a project, but went from one to another, like a crazy bee with flowers. In effect leaving her house looking like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle; half the house was painted, most of the siding was put on except for the upper part under the roof, and most of his tools were everywhere.

Christian glanced around after shutting off the car. "So is your house under construction?" he said sounding simply curious.

"Yeah, something like that," she said thinking to herself, 'if by that you mean that it's been like this for eleven years, then yes my house is under construction. The finished date however is still undetermined.' shaking off those melancholy thoughts, she stepped out of the car.

Turning back she said, "Thanks, I appreciate the ride." offering a smile, to show no hard feelings.

He smiled back saying, "No problem, actually I was hoping we could work on that project for class."

'Seriously, this guy can not take a hint.'

"Um...I'm not sure." she was scrambling to come up with something that would be a good enough excuse.

"Did you have some school work to do?" he asked,

"No," she said quietly.

" Or are your parents here, and you just don't want them to see me?" he said flashing her a quick smile.

"No they're at work..." she said, realizing too late that she'd completely given all excuse away.

"Then let's work on the project." he said jumping out of the car.

Flustered, Reagan couldn't think of a single logical reason why he couldn't come in.

'I'm a writer for crying out loud! Shouldn't I be able to whip fantastical stories from thin air?' Feeling completely disgusted with her mental incapability, Reagan caved.

"Yeah, that's fine," she glanced toward the door hoping to god that her mother had spent some time before work cleaning rather than watching her Soaps as she was prone to do. Then again, some things are even beyond god's help.

Stepping through the door way, it was worse than even Reagan could've possibly imagined. The floor had holes in it from her dad deciding that the foyer needed new linoleum, the dishes her mom had promised to do were still in the sink, and to top it all off there was a note on the hall table for her.

Reagan, I need you to run to the grocery store and get a few things on this list.

Eggs

Toilet Paper

Tampons

Light bulbs (for upstairs bathroom)

Bananas

Strawberries

Almond Milk (let's try this instead

Of milk because I know it's been

Upsetting your stomach lately.

And some Pepto Bismol just in case that doesn't work out

Reagan saw the note and squeaked in surprise. It was on the hall table just a few feet away. Maybe if I can get there casually Christian won't notice it. Setting down her keys, she began making her way from the door to the hooks by the table to put her jacket on them, and nonchalantly grab the note and stuff it in her pocket.