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Chapter 3. Meet the Petersons

Heyoooo!!! So... Just let ya all know that the story hasn't really started yet! These chapters are more of an insight to the "before everything happend" ...I call it a "warm up" hehe, however this might be an interesting chapter,
Anywaaaays, I'll try my best into putting my all into it, so pls keep reading!!!! Choooow!!! Xxxxxx
Chapter 3. Meet the Petersons
The flight wasn't as bad as Glardia thought it would be, aside from Emily crying during most of the ride, and people glaring at Mrs. Jones hoping that she would make the endless crying and weeping of her kid stop, however Mrs. Jones was too tired to deal with Emily, so instead she put on headphones to listen to her classic type of music. And all Glardia did during the flight was listen to an audio of her dad singing amazing grace, it helped her relax her nerves when thoughts of the plane crashing came to her mind and also to push away the memory of saying goodbye to Charles which was an extremely tough moment of her life, yet she managed to maintain herself from breaking down.
It was late afternoon, ten thirty, in the state of Australia, New South Wales, when the Jones arrived at the Sydney International Airport.
They were standing by the baggage claim carousel, waiting for their suitcases to pass by so they could grab them and head out to the parking area where Mr. Donald Smith (Mrs. Jones brother) was waiting impatiently to meet the Jones whom he hasn't seen in what feels like a decade.
"Iteh! Iteh!" Emily called out repeatedly, pointing her index finger at their suitcases that were riding along the carousel.
"Finally" Mrs. Jones said while grabbing the suitcase and placing them on one of the airport trollies that Glardia had just fetched. Emily climbed on top of the suitcases and sat down dangling her legs over the edge, ready to be pushed to wherever destination this trolley was going.
"Lets go, uncle Don must be outside waiting impatiently for us!" said Mrs. Jones with a bit of what seemed to be excitement.
Outside of the parking lot stood a man who seemed to be around his fifties, he wore a comforting smile that showed his yellow shaded teeth and one silver canine. When he spotted Mrs. Jones his face lit up. His eyes began to tear up. He opened his arms and Mrs. Jones ran into them, she began to cry and sob like a child that has just been found after being lost.
"Oh, Lilly... you haven't grown a bit" he tightened his grip around her shoulders and began stroking her hair. And soon tears started to stream down his wrinkled face. Glardia and Emily just watched in silent, not knowing how to act, to them the man was just another stranger.
After the long lasting moment, they pulled apart, Donald glanced at Emily "you must be Emily, you sure do like your mother" he ran his hand through Emily's light golden hair. Then he looked over at Glardia who was standing there shyly. He took a few steps closer to her and gently pushed her chin up, studying her face with his soft aged green eyes. "You take over your precious father," he said smiling, Glardia smiled back. She loved it when people complemented her looks saying that she shared her father's looks.
A black Citroen C8 car honked while reverse parking it into the empty parking lot that they were all standing close to.
"Oh, here they are! I was wondering where they were," Donald said gesturing to the Citroen C8.
"These guys came all the way from Brisbane to see you... And to also enjoy the long 8 hour road trip haha"
A mid aged couple hopped out of the car. both couples were wearing formal clothes, the man was wearing a grey suit and the woman was wearing a white blows and a blank knee-lenght skirt. the couple walked towards Mrs. Jones whom was standing there with her jaw dropped, she was speechless.
"Oh my god!" Mrs. Jones said aloud. The coupled laughed.
"Long time no see Lilly," The tall man said smiling.
The couple pulled Mrs. Jones in a tight hug. After they parted, Mrs. Jones faced Glardia and said, "Meet the Petersons. They were my long time childhood friends and they are also going to be our neighbor".
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The Petersons resided in the same address where Mrs. Jones used to live in thirty-one years ago in Brisbane. And now Donald owns and lives in the old house that belonged to the Smiths parents.
At first the Petersons parents where good friends with the Smiths parents, and that's how they came to know each other, it was quite a history. The Petersons were loyal neighbors as well as friends. After the Smiths parents passed away they were very supportive and understanding to them. They helped out with the funeral costs and made sure the Smiths had all the help they needed.
They were all staying in a one hotel apartment for the day, and in the morning everyone would have to be packed and ready for the 8 hour drive to Brisbane.
The hotel was one of those luxurious hotels that only rich people could afford; it was kind of like two story apartments but in one big wide hotel. The living was huge it was the size of the house the Jones had back in London. Everything in the living room seemed to shine and sparkle. Apparently the petersons and Donald have been staying in this hotel for a week. Glardia wondered that if her uncle and the Petersons can afford such a hotel then she can just about imagine what their houses would look like, mansions more likely she thought.
The living room was noisy from all the talking that was going on. Glardia was sitting next to her uncle on one of the leather sofas. Opposite of her was her mum sitting sideways chatting with Mrs. Jennifer Peterson. Emily was fast asleep on her mothers lap. Both women Mrs. Peterson and Mrs. Jones seemed like they had a lot catching up to do, Glardias never seen her mum this much talkative before.
Glardia was getting tired and bored, until the front door of living room opened a crack and a brunet head appeared from the crack, looking around the room with his dark brown eyes. No one seemed to notice the teenage boy but Glardia, when his dark eyes met Glardia's he gave her a right-sided smile showing his right dimple and his white teeth. This made Glardia look away quickly in embarrassment. She wasn't good interacting with boys her age. The boy took a step in the living room, he was wearing a black suit that had a black bow, and that's when Mr. Mark Peterson noticed, he excused himself from the conversation him and Donald were having, he got up and walked towards the boy placing a hand on his shoulder. He coughed to get everyone's attention and when he had their attention he spoke;
"So, this is my son" he smiled and continued, "Alexander Peterson" he said.
Glardia suddenly felt a quick wave of sadness as she heard the name 'Alexander' as her father was named that too. The boy seemed to notice her sad expression, he looked from everyone who was smiling at him to Glardia's sad face and said "short for Alex" he gave another one of his cute smiles that made Glardia look away shyly pretending to be looking at her mum.
After the short introductions and the small talks, Mrs. Peterson asked Alex to show Glardia to the room that she and her mother will be sleeping in for the night, she noticed how exhausted Glardia must be. Alex gestured Glardia to follow him, he carried all the suitcases they had. Glardia thought that either he was hulk or pretending to be hulk because the suitcases weren't as light as a feather. She could see now the thick veins on his wrists.
"Are you sure your ok with holding that many? I mean they are heavy you know, let me take some off you" she said quickly but in her whisper tone, Alex heard her say something but didn't quite hear what exactly she said so he didn't answer her.
He just walked faster not allowing her to take them. He walked up the stairs and she followed then he landed them with a thud in the middle of one of the rooms, he shook his hands quickly swinging his arms around in the air, his hands now were red and most likely throbbing.
Glardia held in her laugh, which was on the edge of bursting out.
He looked at her "first of all, do not tell a man if what he is holding is heavy. Men are supposed to hold heavy things, its part of being a gentlemen." She nodded while he continued, "second, don't talk to me while holding heavy stuff, because for some reason it makes me laugh and if I laugh while carrying heavy stuff I often end up dropping what I have on my toe, and trust me its not something I would enjoy doing". Glardia let out a laugh that turned into a giggle; she then looked down at her toes tucking her hair behind her ear,
"Thanks for carrying them" she said in a whisper.
"Huh? What was that?" he said leaning forward to hear. Now Glardia could smell the sweet smell of cologne Alex was wearing.
"I said; thanks for carrying the suitcases!" she said a bit louder, leaning back.
He nodded and walked towards the door then looked back, "you should learn to yell" he smirked. "Night!" he left the room shutting the door behind him.
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It was getting late. Glardia lay on her back staring at the white ceiling. She could hear everyone still chatting downstairs. She closed her eyes, and tried clearing her mind, but all she could think of was that cute one sided smirk and the sweet smell of cologne that belonged to the boy who was soon to be her neighbor next door...