The World Outside My Bedroom Window ✅ [EXERPT]

Chapter 3- Crazy Long Hair

Up close, those eyes had flecks of gold and green in them. His face was framed by dark, curly hair, accenting the tanned skin. There was a small, almost indiscernible scar on his forehead. Then I realized why I was so close to that face. "Hi I-erm... this is kinda awkward. C-could you please get up?" I was blushing. Of course I was.

"Oh sorry. I was in a bit of a hurry. Here, lemme help you up." He wasn't fazed at all.
Why oh why do I always start stuttering.
I slowly got to my feet, waiting for his reaction to my hair. I looked around for the Tupperware and saw that it had rolled to the corner of the hallway. As I went to get it, I heard a whistle. I cringed inwardly, but didn't say anything. Checking my pocket for my phone, I looked up and saw that he was still gawping at my hair. "What, never seen long hair before?" I snapped.

"Not crazy long," He replied smoothly, and thankfully stopped staring. "I'm Lukas. I'm guessing you're here to meet me and my family?"

"I er... yep. And I'm Wren."

"What's wrong with your glasses?"

"What do you mean?" As I took them off, I saw what he meant. One lens was missing, and part of the frame was cracked. Oh come on, those were my favourite! Dammit what a time for this.

"Oh God. I need to find the other lens." I went down on my knees and began searching. Lukas did the same.

"Is this is?" He held up my lens... in two pieces.

"Just great. I'm gonna have to get new ones." I took put my damaged glasses and broken lens in my pocket. I wanted to just go back to my apartment and sleep but I didn't get an opportunity to talk to new people often.

"Well," I gestured to the box of tarts. "Might as well."

"Yeah, sure. Come on in."

Unlike my apartment, this one didn't use a key card. He used an actual key to unlock the door and usher me in.

"MOM! WE HAVE A VISITOR!"

"Do you have to be that loud?"

He just smirked at me, taking the box from my hands. I was led to brightly lit living room with a couple of sofas and an ancient looking armchair. A lamp sat next to the armchair and there was a silver clock with buttons printed on it.

"I'll be right back. Make yourself comfy." He ambled down the hallway just as a whirlwind of blue and green shot out from one of the rooms and ran straight at me.
"Adan! Please greet our guest properly!" The blur stopped, mumbled hello, and disappeared from sight.

A stout, dark haired woman followed him out and smiled at me.

"I'm Lydia, you must be Wren. Sorry, he's a bit shy around new people. Thanks for the tarts dear."

"No worries. I made them myself."
Lydia came and sat down next to me. "So, Wren, which apartment do you live in?"

"I'm in the top floor apartment of building A, with my Dad and Grandma." I watched, confused, as her expression morphed. The amiable look was gone, and her face now matched Dad's face when I told him we had new neighbours.

"Uhh what's wrong? Are you alright?"

She quickly masked her emotions, saying, "I uhh... yeah. Wren, why don't you take Lukas and Adan and show them around the complex. They don't know their way around just yet. And by the way, is your father Julian Archelatta by any chance?"
Why was everyone tryna get rid of me? And how does she know Dad?