The Only One

Chapter twenty three

Lisa's POV

"I can't believe you're doing this! why won't you listen to me?!"

"Oh, stop being a spoil sport Lisa, besides Mia wants to do this, so just let her be, after some time you can boss over her like you do to me."

What?! I boss over her? I do? What is she even saying?! When did I ever- ! An irritated sigh passes my lips. Just what is Lydia's deal? I walk over to Mia to tell her the same thing I've been telling them this past hour. This is a bad idea.

"Mia, I'm telling you inviting that man- no baldie is the worst idea ever. He's a pervert! He's already been reported five times by the neighbouring hours, so he relocates every time he gets caught."

"The reason I wanted to invite him over was because he helped me with the boxes, thought I should thank him."  I place my palm on my forehead to already feel it burning.

"Was there anytime you bent in front of him or any other action?" Her face turns to one of  realisation.

"Yeah, a little I guess-! Wait a minute..I was bending that entire time! Oh my god how could I not notice?! That damn creepy perverted no teeth idiot!"

I breathe in relief, at least one of them noticed. Now we can take back the invite and---.

The doorbell ringing shouts around all the rooms. Our faces match with horror and partial fear.  

"Oh god is it him?! " The enthusiastic welcome coming from Lydia down the hall, only instigated my, now our worst fears. I quickly sweep my eyes through her attire.

"Don't wear that skirt! change immediately." I declare, pointing to her lean legs. At this rate I sound like an over protective mom.. 

"What about Lydia?! She was wearing shorts!!" 

"That idiot didn't listen, let her suffer for it. We're try to get him to leave very soon. Whatever I make up in the scene back me up, got it?" 

She nods vigorously, wanting him gone as much as me. I can see her face clouded with the more clear memories of the previous times with the oldie, her face twists in disgust and regret.

She groans as she jumps out of the rather loose skirt and puts on sweatpants. She makes a split decision and pulls her shirt over her head, muttering it looked a little tight on the chest.

"Are you in there? Grandpa Herbert is here!" I cringe at the way she put it, now this situation feels like a total movie.. The name suits the old bat.

"We're in here! Just a minute." Mia responds before I could stop her. She hastily slips on a light blue tee and smooths her hair as I open the jiggling doorknob. Lydia's eyes first float over us, then Mia's new attire.

"What happened?" She huffs, Looking or would I rather say glaring, at me.

"What did she say to you, Mia? Just don't listen to her-"

I feel Mia grab my hand, "I changed because I felt like it. Now don't we have a guest to attend to?" With that, she pulls me along like we're going on an ice cream shop date.

I don't have time to gauge or calculate the look on Lydia's face because the minute I make the turn and there's a new nightmare on my clean leather couch. Ugh, I hate perverts.

He looked the same way he did when I saw the police whisk him off for questioning, while earning a glare from his newest victim.

He wears that same ridiculous button up, with a pale green sweater and a neck tie tucked into it. His white hair began behind the crown of his head only to thin out again at the back. His black khakis held his nimbly legs, with a pair of sole socks you could find in the 24 hour convenience store down the next street.