Chapter 4: Another Business Trip
I wake up in the morning with a headache, but nothing a little caffeine can’t fix. I also start to remember the things I said to Lauren last night. I was definitely not myself when I said those things. I shouldn’t have even said anything. I’m not used to being around people while I’m trying to get drunk. I guess I’ll just apologize later since I don't want things to be weird for our project.
I help clean up and head home.
*****
“Aaron, honey is that you?” That’s a surprise my mother is actually home.
“Yeah mom, it’s me. I didn’t know you were going to be home.”
“Oh Aaron I’ve missed you! Sit down I have to tell you something,” my mother says with concern in her eyes. I sit and she goes on, “My job requires me to go away for a month, maybe even more. I want to know if you are going to be okay?”
“I’ll be fine.” I smile.
“I’m leaving in an hour, but I put money on your card for food and gas and anything else you’ll need, ok?” I nodded and with that, the conversation ended. She tries to make up for being away by giving me money. I understand it though; I know she’s in pain because of my father. We both are.
I scroll through my contacts looking for Lauren's number to call her.
She picks up the phone, “Hello?”
“Can you come over in a few hours?”
“What?” She sounds confused.
“For the project I mean.”
“Oh, sure.” With that, I end the call.
About an hour after my mom leaves Lauren shows up.
I open the door, “Hey listen about yesterday I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she continues, “Let’s get to work now.” I feel bad still. I never treat people like that.
“How about I make it up to you by cooking dinner us dinner?” I smirk.
“Couldn’t pass up a home cooked meal.” She smiles. Something tells me we’re going to get along just fine.
I tell her to put her books down in my room and I head to the kitchen to start cooking.
“How does Chicken Cordon Bleu sound?” I ask her.
“Sounds perfect to me,” she smiles a little and asks, “So where did you learn to cook?”
“Well aren’t you just a Curious George,” I tease her.
“Yes I am. So are you going to tell me?”
“Well as you can see, I’m home alone a lot. I don’t have anyone to cook for me. Ever since my dad…” I froze, “Well ever since him, my mom doesn’t like to be home and I had to learn to cook for myself. So I figured it out on my own.” She gave me a sad smile and lifted her hand to my shoulder as if to say she’s sorry.
"So who's Lucas?" I try to make conversation.
"Uh," She hesitates, "Just a friend."
"Pretty girl like you has just friends?" I smirk at how she's blushing.
"Oh be quiet," Her face as red as a tomato. I just smile. She is actually quite attractive. If I weren't so fucked up I would try to make a move.
I finish making dinner and we sit in silence and eat. I walk over to the cabinet and take out some wine and pour myself a glass. She nods, so I pour her a little too.
"You never fail to surprise me," She breaks the silence.
"How so?" I ask.
"You're not as scary as I thought," she says softly.
"I'm quite nice if I do say so myself," I chuckle. We continue our conversation and then do our project. I don't think about my dad for a while. It's nice, she puts my mind at ease.
*****
Lauren went home an hour ago. I sit back and watch some TV and am interrupted by a knock on the door. I open it and a familiar face is standing in front of me.
"Blake? Come on in," I say confused.
"Hey man, thought I'd drop by with a little treat," He places a big baggie of weed in my hand. I smile.
"Fuckkkkk yes, you're the best."
"That's not all, though." I look at him questioningly.
"Sooooo, I overheard my mom talking about your dad on the phone," He pauses, "She was saying something about a secret apartment of your dads that she found in the paperwork..."
I take a deep breath, "An apartment?"
"She wrote down the address and access code, but she's off on business and doesn't seem too interested in it. I was thinking we smoke a joint and then go look for it." I just nod at him. A secret apartment? As far as I knew my dad didn't NEED an apartment. Blake, my cousin, and I haven't really been that close since my dad died. He does always hook me up with some bomb weed though, and for that I am thankful. He rolls it up and we start smoking. I, of course, am racking my brain to figure out what my dad needed another place for...
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Teen FictionHis soul burned, his heart hurt, he felt lost. They say you’ll be successful if you know what you want to do and where you want to go, but him he’s got no clue. He doesn’t have a direction. He’s a lost soul, trying to find himself in this lonely wor...
