Trouble

Chapter 2 - Settling In

After we got back from the ice cream parlor, the twins and I decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood since we weren't going to be here anymore. We had said goodbye to any neighbors we were friends with and just relaxed.

When we came home it was 11:50 a.m. So I told the kids to go wash up and do their business while I packed a lunch for us later when we were in the house. As soon as I finished making the sandwiches, my doorbell rang. They're here.

I opened the door and saw a middle-aged man with a clipboard in his hand, "The Sanders?", he asked.

"Yup" I said while popping the 'p'.

"Well then, I have about five people here, and two trucks to help you move. You ready?"

"Yes sir", I saluted him.

He chuckled slightly, "Kids these days".

The men came in and took all the furniture from the first floor and moved to the kids room and and emptied that of boxes and beds. After that they went into my room.

While they were emptying my room, I took a look in my mom's room. I had sold the bed and furniture because well, what the heck was I supposed to do with those in an apartment? I even sold most of her clothes. But only some of the everyday ones, the ones she thought she were ugly, and the one she never wore. I kept only the special stuff like her wedding dress, her pictures, and her most comfortable pieces of clothing which were also her favorite.

I felt myself go a little dizzy and thought 'Wow. This is it. I'm leaving'  but I knew it was for the best. I couldn't stay here anymore with the images of her walking around all the time. It hurt too much.

I heard the door move slightly and I spun around to see one of the movers. He looked like he was my age, about 6' or maybe 5'11 with blue eyes and the darkest hair color I've ever seen anyone naturally have....

"Do you dye your hair?" I blurted out.

Why the fuck did I just say that?

The mover guy looked like he was going to say something else but stopped at my question and gave me a funny look.

Hehehe... Hmmm what do I say? That I'm sorry I blurted that out or just let him answer....oh what the fuck, just let the guy answer. It's kinda funny seeing him squirm a little from my obviously intimidating gaze.

The mover, who probably just realized he was squirming a little, cleared his throat, stood up straight and said, "Maybe. Why do you ask?"

Maybe my ass. I KNOW you dye your hair. In fact I think his natural hair color is blond... Let's test that theory...

"Whatever Blondie just put my stuff in the truck. Speaking of which aren't you a little young to be working this job?"

Blondie looked shocked. Which means that I totally got his hair color right. Score! 

But he still answered my question, "My dads the owner of the company, so basically if I want my allowance, I gotta work a couple hours here and there."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"But if you wanted to know my age for.... other purposes, I assure you I'm of age", he said while winking at me.

Seriously?

"Sorry dude but big headed idiots aren't my type. Besides, I still haven't figured out if your a dumb blonde yet...", I said while pretending to inspect him like he was from some an unknown species.

"Hahaha.... Your so funny", he said sarcastically.

"Thanks", I said while smiling wickedly.

"We're all done here Ms. Sanders", I heard the middle aged man call.