Sing Me Anything

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

        "Lucy hurry up and get inside!" yelled my mom as she slammed the driver's side door.

        "Argh!" I said, well more like scream, as I groggily woke up.  I heard a chuckle to my right.  "Shut up Thomas," I said icily as I maneuvered the crutches onto the snow before stepping out.  I just hope to God that I don't land on some ice and go face first into a snowdrift.  Thomas laughed more as he saw me walking very slowly towards the house.  I looked up and glared at him as he held the front door open for me.  For the last half hour, I had to deal with finding out his true self.  He is arrogant, self-absorb, and a jerk.  On the other hand, he is sweet, kind, humorous, and he did save my life.  Somehow, the goods outweighed the bad.  I grabbed some snow off the red mailbox in the front of my house and tossed it at Thomas.

        "Lucy!  How can you be so rude to our guest?  I taught you better than that," yelled an embarrassed mom.  Embarrassment colored my cheeks. 

        "Sorry mother," I hung my hand low.  "I don't know what got into me," I said as I glanced at my mom scrutinizing me.

        "Straighten your posture, and say you're sorry," my mother told me.  I nodded.

        "It's not necessary ma'am," said Thomas from the door.  He's really getting irritating. 

        "Nonsense, she owes you one," my mother said as she glared at me.  I took in a deep breath.

        "I'm sorry for being so very rude to you Thomas," I glanced over at my mother.  "I promise you it won't happen again," I said while smiling a sweet smile.  My mom sighed and went back into the kitchen.

        "Fine, now you two can go and watch some television while I fix supper," she said as she crossed the threshold of the kitchen.  I crept my way into the living room and lowered myself onto the black leather couch.  Thomas hurried and got me a footrest.  I sighed, grateful once again. 

        "Thank you Thomas," I said and he just smiled a crocked smile at me.

        "Anything for a damsel in distress," he said.  I couldn't help but laugh with him. 

        "Nice home by the way," Thomas said as he looked around the living room.  The hard wooden floor seemed to glow under his gaze.  The chandelier hanging in the room seemed a little brighter at his compliment.  The fire seemed to glow and crackle a little bit more.  I have to admit, it wasn't bad.  The furniture was all black leather, and we did have a plasma television hanging from the ceiling.  My favorite part, though, was the fireplace set at the front of the room.  Small red bricks made a bench around the fire where you can sit comfortably on their stuffed cushions while sipping a cup of hot chocolate during the winter.  To grand staircases on either side of the fireplace leads the way to the second floor of my three floor home. 

        I don't know why my mother and I have such a large home.   I think it's because my mother wants the best for both her and me, believe it or not.  Thomas cleared his throat.  "The fireplace is my favorite part though," he said.  I smiled.

        "Mine too actually," I said while chuckling softly.  The air around us turned quiet, but not an awkward one.  More like a peaceful one.  I cleared my throat, "So Thomas, if you tell your story I'll tell mine," I said while smiling at him.  He couldn't help but laugh.  I heard the sound of heels against wood as my mother came in carrying a tray of hot chocolate and a bowl of large marshmallows.