"Get off my car," he scowled, "I'm going home,"
"Well, do you think that maybe I could catch a ride home? I walked all the way down here and I'm tired," she pouted, tossing her long hair.
"And what are you doing down here?"
"Why, I came to get a book. It is a library after all. So can I get a ride home?"
"Um, n-"
"Great!" she said and hopped off the hood. This was going to be too easy. Emily made her way to the door and started to open it. I pushed it open which shoved he against the car right next to us.
"Oops," I said sarcastically, "Did I do that? You should really watch where you're going, Emily," Ben was hiding a smile and got into the driver's seat. I slammed my door shut and we took off leaving Emily stunned on the side of a SUV.
"I don't think I dented your car," I said after a while.
"Doesn't matter; that was pretty funny," he replied. The rest of the car ride was in silence. We arrived at Mila's house within five minutes.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, "And please don't tell my parents where I am,"
"I won't but will you tell me what's going on? Not right now, of course, but later?" he asked. It was so sweet that he was concerned!
"I'll tell you later," I said then kissed him quickly on the cheek. I ran up the front porch and hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Yeah, I'm coming," a voice said. Crap, it was Mila. I was hoping her mom would be there so I wouldn't have to face her right now. She opened the door and held out a ten dollar bill. Realizing it was me, she frowned and put the money back in her pocket. "You're definitely not the pizza guy. What do you want?"
I shifted from foot to foot, "Well, I was hoping that the agreement where anyone from Lakas could come to your house if their own housing situations were not...the greatest was still applicable to me," I kept my eyes lowered. Her face softened and she reached out. She lifted my head up and looked into my eyes. Her startling icy blue eyes met my emerald green ones. I could see the worry in them.
"You're always welcome here," she opened the door wider and let me in, "I'm ordering pizza and the guy should be here soon so go ahead and drop your stuff in my room," I smiled and headed upstairs. Her room was the greatest thing ever; it was like a combination of classical music with a splash of insane. The walls of her room were white with a black border one and a half feet down from the ceiling. The art work she had hung up were medium sized canvases that had paint splatters in neon colors on dark backgrounds. Her desk was black and it had a fused-glass insert that her brother had made. Actually, her brother made most of the stuff in her room.
"Well, do you think that maybe I could catch a ride home? I walked all the way down here and I'm tired," she pouted, tossing her long hair.
"And what are you doing down here?"
"Why, I came to get a book. It is a library after all. So can I get a ride home?"
"Um, n-"
"Great!" she said and hopped off the hood. This was going to be too easy. Emily made her way to the door and started to open it. I pushed it open which shoved he against the car right next to us.
"Oops," I said sarcastically, "Did I do that? You should really watch where you're going, Emily," Ben was hiding a smile and got into the driver's seat. I slammed my door shut and we took off leaving Emily stunned on the side of a SUV.
"I don't think I dented your car," I said after a while.
"Doesn't matter; that was pretty funny," he replied. The rest of the car ride was in silence. We arrived at Mila's house within five minutes.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, "And please don't tell my parents where I am,"
"I won't but will you tell me what's going on? Not right now, of course, but later?" he asked. It was so sweet that he was concerned!
"I'll tell you later," I said then kissed him quickly on the cheek. I ran up the front porch and hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Yeah, I'm coming," a voice said. Crap, it was Mila. I was hoping her mom would be there so I wouldn't have to face her right now. She opened the door and held out a ten dollar bill. Realizing it was me, she frowned and put the money back in her pocket. "You're definitely not the pizza guy. What do you want?"
I shifted from foot to foot, "Well, I was hoping that the agreement where anyone from Lakas could come to your house if their own housing situations were not...the greatest was still applicable to me," I kept my eyes lowered. Her face softened and she reached out. She lifted my head up and looked into my eyes. Her startling icy blue eyes met my emerald green ones. I could see the worry in them.
"You're always welcome here," she opened the door wider and let me in, "I'm ordering pizza and the guy should be here soon so go ahead and drop your stuff in my room," I smiled and headed upstairs. Her room was the greatest thing ever; it was like a combination of classical music with a splash of insane. The walls of her room were white with a black border one and a half feet down from the ceiling. The art work she had hung up were medium sized canvases that had paint splatters in neon colors on dark backgrounds. Her desk was black and it had a fused-glass insert that her brother had made. Actually, her brother made most of the stuff in her room.
