[9] Leaves of Autumn

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            The sun had reached the middle of the sky and we decided to go back inside.

            “Eve, Cecelia, lunch is in the kitchen if you want some,” Eve’s mother said.

            Eve nodded at her mum and walking into the kitchen.

            We leaned against the bench, eating Eve’s mum’s homemade sausage rolls.

            Eve set her camera down in her room, telling me to sit down as she went to go put the photos she had taken in the darkroom.

            I left the next day at midday. 

            I walked slowly down the road and in the direction of Oliver’s house.

            I knocked on the door and Oliver’s grandmother opened it.

            “Hello Cecelia, Oliver is in his room,” she told me and opened the door for me to walk in.

            “Thank you.”

            I walked down the hall to Oliver’s room and knocked on his door.

            He opened his door and smiled evilly.  “Enter, earthling,” he said in an evil voice.

            I giggled and walked into his room.

            He sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him.  I sat down next to him in silence.

            “So?” Oliver prompted.

            “So what?” I asked.

            “How was the date?”

            I bit my lip and blushed.  “He kissed me.”

            “Oh how sweet.”

            “Shut up,” I said, flicking his arm.

            “No really, it’s sweet.  I’m glad you’re happy.”

            “Thanks.”

            “But Cece...”

            “Yeah?”                                                

            “Be careful.  Don’t get hurt.”

            “I won’t.”

            “So are you two a couple?”

            I shrugged.  “I’m not sure. It could have been just a kiss...”

            “Knowing Jordan, it wasn’t just a kiss.”

            “You think so?” I asked him, smiling.

            “Yeah.  He usually only kisses girls if he has intentions of dating them.”

            “You make it sound like he’s done that a lot...”

            “He gets around...”

            The conversation grew awkward and I mumbled, “Am I just another fling?”

            “Oh no, no!  Not at all.  Jordan has never broken up with a girl.”                         

            “What?” I asked in shock.

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