Bea & the Broken Record

Chapter 7: High Heeled Stilettos

I got to Bea's house quick since I had a lead foot when I was stressed or mad. It was hereditary, I swore to it. Every time Brody was mad or stressed, we'd fly through town. I always liked it. Especially when I was younger.

When I came to a stop outside of Bea's house, I felt my nerves build up like did before I went on stage to sing my heart out. It was crazy to think meeting someone's parents could be this nerve racking. I guess if they were anyone else besides two lawyers, I wouldn't be as nervous. Too bad this is reality.

I pushed away all the annoying thoughts in my head and got out the car. Shoving my keys into my pocket, I made my way up the sidewalk and almost made it to the door when I heard something above me. Sure enough, it was Bea looking down at me. Her expression was passive, telling me she wasn't excited one but for this. That only made me more nervous of course.

"Hey," I said casually. She rested her chin on top of her knees and looked down at me again.

"Hi," she started. "I'll be down to get the door. Hold on." She held up a finger and climbed back up the roof and in through her window. She must've ran down those stairs because as soon as I reached the door to knock, it swung open and there she stood. Her white sun dress went well with her dark hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. I saw all the bracelets that were made of thread on her wrist and automatically admired them. They were made of many different colors and went far up her arm. My eyes widened at the sight of her shoes. She had on a pair of dark, almost black, stilettos that made her almost as tall as me. The only way I know what those are called is because of my previous girlfriends. I never expected Bea to wear those, though.

She grinned at me and stepped back so I could come in. She glanced behind her into the kitchen and that's when I saw her parents walking back and forth as they finished the delicious smelling food. Bea took my arm and pulled me to the stairs, taking a seat and pulling me down beside her. The stairs were carpeted in the classic dark red color. I couldn't get over how fancy her house was compared to her herself. She was so much different.

"You look nice," I told her quietly, almost in a whisper since I felt the need. Her pale skin was soft when my hand touched her arm.

"I could say the same for you," she replied as she gave me a once-over.

Her eyes lingered on my shoes and she smiled a little.

"What's with the shoes?" I asked in a joking manner and leaned onto my knees. I noticed a small bag sitting beside her that she was holding in her hand.

"My mother," she groaned while rolling her foot around to look at the shoe. It was definitely not her. But it looked great on her.

I nodded my head at her and stared at the large door in front of us a few feet. It was quiet between Bea and I as we sat there just listening to her parents talk loudly in the kitchen.

My trance was broken when someone stepped in front of me. I focused on his shoes and made my way up to his face. I could see where Bea's hazel eyes came from. Except these hazel eyes weren't soft and full of innocence; they had a small speck of hatred and were the most judgmental pair of eyes I'd ever seen. I quickly stood to my feet and stuck my hand out for Mr. Montgomery to shake.

"Uh, hello, Mr. Montgomery," I gave him a shaky smile when he shook my hand. He looked down at me and how I was dressed, eyes lingering on my converses just as Bea did. But he sighed and shoved his hands into his suit jacket pockets.

"Hello, Mr. Hawkins," he said warily. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he wasn't sure of me yet. Hopefully I could change that.