Through the window

Three

I stick my head slightly out the door of the kitchen to see my mum converse with... that.

"I'm here because my mum wanted to invite you round- your whole family even. See we feel bad for the break-ins from our dog- lily, she's adorable really." I roll my eyes so far back at that "And you know, the fact that she ruined your chair." His voice is chirpy, it's annoying that he always seems happy- and loud may I add.

But really it all seems fake. An act, put on.

Well atleast now mother would know that I didn't destroy it so I'm not really mad he's here, but a meal with him and his mum. Count me out.

I see my mother glance behind her at me with a half shrug in question but I scowl at her, 'no' i mouth dramatically, trying to get it through to her that we are not attending- i am not going to his house.

But yet like every mother does, she ignores her child.

"That would be splendid my dear, when is this?" And with that I bang my head on the table listening to them arrange this whole ordeal.

I check the mirror once again, seeing my appearance stare back at me.

My blonde hair all fluffed and not styled, messy- but messy in a good way. My forest green eyes peirce through the object in front of me looking over my outfit, a checkered button up top and black slightly shiny loose fitting dress trousers. Told you I like fashion.

I'm quite good at it for a sixteen year old.

And even though I do not want to attend this dinner, I have to always look my best. Which I do anyway but that's besides the point.

My parents forced me to come anyway, right now they are downstairs all dressed up waiting to go next door. I might be stalling a bit- but no one has to know, i just really don't want to go over. I don't know why, I think I just hate people, or new people. I'm not a people person.

I glance quickly at the window, seeing his room yet no him.

"Harvey!" I hear my mum's whiney voice and resit a groan. Grabbing my phone of my bed i stuff it in my trousers pocket and walk out my room down the stairs.

"Finally, we're not going to a fashion show!" Her voice is squeaky as she scolds me but I just roll my eyes as they start heading out the door. "Don't roll your eyes" I set my face straight as I look to my father but squint them when he's not looking. Like a glare.

When we're in front of our neighbours door my dad firmly knocks on the door and checks his watch, I catch a glance from behind seeing it's almost five.

The door slowly opens to an older tanned skinned woman, almost like she came from a hot country, with dark short hair and blue eyes, blue like his but not bright enough- without the spark that's in his eyes. I have to stop thinking about his stupid eyes.

"Oh hello! Welcome, come on in come on in!" She's has a slight accent, and she's chirpy just like her son- which I'm guessing because they look the same. My mum smiles sweetly back to her and thanks her whilst my dad just keeps a hard face on, lighten up. You're the one who dragged me here.

The lady leads us to a table in their dinning room, but behind her I catch a glimpse of the boy hard at work. Stirring something in a pan, his back is to me so I can't see him but I can see his chocolate waves falling at the back of his head.

His black jumper decorated with fire and blue flames, it looks cool. What. Don't compliment him, his style isn't anywhere as good as mine- hell no.