No You And Me

Chapter 4

(Michael's p.o.v)

I wasn't really tired from hauling boxes back and forth but I wasn't fond of the work either. I watched the other guys from U-haul drag more and more things into the house while I sipped from a can of coke and stared at Riley trough the window. She was confidently driving a tractor through a field. It looked like she was singing because her lips were moving. She got off the tractor soon after and began scattering seed across the soil. She was so beautiful; short, dark-skinned, beautiful long brown hair all in braids and an adorable southern accent. It was mesmerising and I swear I could watch her forever.

'Michael! Where are you?' my mother called.

'Well you'd know if we didn't live in such a ginormous house,' I replied coolly as I leaned against the window.

'This is your way of saying that you don't like the house isn't it?' she said as she climbed up the stairs.

I had always questioned my mother's age and whether or not she was really my mother. Her short blond hair stuck in curvy strands to her slightly pink forehead. Her cold eyes could not have been any colder as she eyed me up and down whilst brushing off invisible lint from the sleeves of her Channel jacket.

'The house is great mum,' I sighed.

'But what?'

'I didn't say anything.'

'The was a but tone in your voice.'

I glanced quickly at her Prada slippers and the way her left foot crossed over her right while she leaned gently on the Bannister at the top of the stairs.

I turned around and smiled at her. 'I love this house because it doesn't matter what the building looks like; as long as we're all here right?'

'Right.' she kissed my cheeks and led me to the living room.

My sister, Malorie sat buried in the comfort of a red velvet couch engrossed in whatever is on her phone. While my dad paid off the moving guys and closed the door.

'Ah, I love that new house smell,' he exhaled. I crinkled my nose and rolled my eyes. Having all the money in the world meant nothing to me nor did it mean anything to my father; he was just passionate- that's all.