First Love

Chapter Fourteen

[This chapter was supposed to be waaayyy longer but it's already very long by my standards so yes. I will definitely get to their performance in the next one, I swear.]

Now, I was surprised. So surprised that I just sat there, unmoving while my brain processed this occurrence.

"You're dramatic," Flynn informed me.

"And you're strange..." I was still staring at the mugs he had placed on the table.

I followed him home after school. Turns out that he didn't need to walk because he had a car. The car ride home to the castle was silent enough to make me feel every awkward emotion possible but I guess I wasn't complaining if he was being nice.

After we got through the door, he marched off to god-knows-where, leaving me to make my way to their breathtaking library.

Even though this was my third visit, I still hadn't gone anywhere else. Flynn didn't seem to think that I needed a tour and neither did I so we were on an unspoken agreement on that. While he was doing god-knows-what at god-knows-where, I took out my Biology homework and started on it. This whole acting thing had taken up much more time than I expected and I had started to fall a little behind with the work. I was relieved though, that there were no literature essays to complete because as much as I loved the subject, the essays were the worst.

I had just about completed half of the paper when Flynn had walked in bearing two huge mugs.

I could see the whipped cream on top. I could recognize the smell of that thing fifty miles away.

Hot chocolate.

"You would think that I offered you my library," Flynn was looking amused.

"Now that would be a dream," I told him.

"True," He agreed.

I still didn't take the mug.

So wait, what was this? An offering? Friendship? Were we friends now or just strained acquaintances that reacted violently to each other's presences?

Flynn sighed loudly.

"To make it up, alright? For saying those shit to you," He added. "I don't like owing people, especially you."

Ah. Okay.

"So I take this mug and I lose whatever guilt I'm instilling in you?" I asked dryly.

Flynn glared at me.

"If you don't want this-" He reached out to grab the mug.

"Fine, fine," I scampered forward and took the mug safely into my hands. "You're forgiven."

He scoffed at that word.

So, we sat there, silently drinking our favorite beverage.

"Do you want a tour?" He asked.

"Is that allowed?" I answered.

At that, he got up and left the room.

Well.

I was not kidding when I referred to this place as a castle. I swear, there were so many empty rooms, it felt almost criminal to not have five hundred guests living here.

"Do your parents work late?" I asked, clutching the warm mug.

It was almost like comfort, having hot chocolate to drink as we walked through his house.

"Most of the time. They do try to make an effort to come home for dinner and I appreciate that," He said absent-mindedly, opening the door to a huge room decked out with a pool table, sofas and a television built onto the wall.