Antisocial at Its Finest

My House

Chapter Two

Harley's P.O.V.

We finally make it to my house.

It's a small house, the walls of the outside are a bluish-gray, while the roof is just black roof tiles.

Grey stared as I walk up to my small porch and unlock the door. "So this is the Rivers house," she whispers to herself as she walks up behind me.

We enter my house, the light from outside partially illuminating the dark house. I switch on the light, and the inside of my house is revealed. It's a pretty normal house, minus the people. My father must be working late.

I allow Grey to come inside. She looks around in awe as she silently speculates every bit of furniture. She sits herself down on the red sofa. She bounces a little bit when she plops down.

"So, this is your house," she says blatantly. I nod with a sarcastic expression. She smiles. "It's nice."

"Thanks," I say flatly. I make my way to the kitchen and call out as I'm walking, "Hey, you want some tea? Being British, I guess you would." I can hear the smile in her voice as she replies with, "Oh my god, yes."

Finally, I can make tea for more than one person. My dad always wants coffee. I smile to myself as I prepare the tea kettle to boil. "So," I call out to Grey as I get the teabags ready, "what made you wanna be my friend?"

"You seemed interesting," she says distractedly.

"I'm really not," I say truthfully.

She shakes her head, "No. Everybody's interesting in their own way." Her accent makes everything she says sound fancy and petite. My mouth becomes a flat line. She, trying to change the subject, asks, "So, what do you wanna be when you grow up?"

I take a minute to think about it. I answer honestly, "I want to be an author. Of books." She grins and replies, "I wanna be an actress."

I nod in understanding. "A British actress. Very interesting," I say.

The tea kettle starts to make that whistling scream sound, and I take it off the stove and pour hot water into two teacups. I put the teabags I and let them sit for a short while. I just love making tea. I walk to the living room, where I can sit next to Grey. I sit right across from her.

She crosses her legs. Are all British people this fancy? I ask myself in my head. I look down at the floor. Grey looks at the ceiling. Just then, the front door opens.

My dad comes in. I smile as I watch him close the door behind himself. "Hey, Harley," he says. He looks up and sees Grey. "Who's your friend?"

I point towards her. "That's Grey. She's a friend from school," I say, vaguely introducing Grey to my dad. She waves. He waves back. I go to check on the tea.

I take out the teabags and add some sugar to them. I carefully carry them out of the kitchen, to the living room. Grey says, "Oh my god, thank you," and takes one of the cups.

She slurps at her tea while I sip away at mine. Silence creeps in, and now we are both just sitting, drinking tea.

My dad smiles and walks back into his room. He's naturally a very happy person.

*~*~*

Grey and I sit in silence until I realize what time it is. 7:34.

"Oh," I say when I check the clock, "Grey, I think you might wanna go home now. It's a bit late."

She just sits the empty cup of tea on a nearby end table and gets up. She picks up her book bag and makes her way towards the front door. "Bye," she says happily before leaving quietly.

I put away the dirty teacups and go to my room. I change into some pajamas. I plop myself down on my bed and take out a book off of my bookshelf. Luckily, it was my favorite book. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.

I read until my vision gets a bit blurred. I check the time. 9:56. I sigh, getting up to turn off the lights and crawl into bed. I fall asleep within the minute.