-RAVEN-
As soon as we arrived, I noticed that Amanda is nervous. She kept on fidgeting her fingers through out the ride. Sometimes she's chewing her cheeks and inhales slowly. -She is so cute, I just can't!-
"Ready?" I look over to her. Her eyes are fixed on our parking lot. -their red car- "I told you, I am not lying." She flushes and nods. -I wonder why she is acting so awkwardly.-
I step out of the car and open the door. Her little hand is scooped into mine as we walk. Before I open the door she tightens her hand on mine. "W-wait!" I look at her and her lips form an innocent smile. "Does my mom know that you are going to pick me up?"
-Is she for real now? Okay, I don't blame her, she's nervous stepping into my household, just like I did a week ago- "Yeah. She told me to pick you up." I add back and she sighs. I turn to unlock the door and when I almost opened it, she tugs at my back again.
"W-wait! Is my bun okay?" She looks at me with her unsure face expression. -Fucking Cute!- I glance at her messy bun, and it makes me grin. For some reasons, it remains me of Eve. Since I'm an asshole sometimes, I open it. -She might hate me for it, but it's worth it.- "H-Hey!" She pouts and narrows her eyes on me.
"I think you should leave it open." I admit and run my fingers through her tangled hair. She startles a bit then avoids my eyes. -Ah, Shit... I forgot that I'm the reason why...- I clear my throat as I finished fixing her hair. "You look great, Don't worry." I assure her and open the door.
I hear familliar footsteps coming from the living room. -Highheels...- My mum rushes towards us with her huge and wonderful smile on. "Welcome! You must be Amanda! I've heared so much about you!" She takes Amanda's hands and gently squeezes them. She flushes and returns the smile.
"Good things, I hope." She quickly shoots me a glare and I innocently shrug with a grin.
"I've only heared good things!" My mum laughs and leads her to our living room. -I'm satisfied for cleaning the house earlier.- I follow behind. "My son constantly talks about you."
"I-Is that so?" Amanda looks at me with a slight of pink tint on her puffy cheeks. -Fucking cute! Ah shit, that's not what I should be paying attention to! Their conversation, their conversation! That's right...-
-Wait, what!?- I widden my eyes at my mum as she turns to give me a sly smirk. "Mum..." I warn her, but she just giggles.
As we walk into the living room Miles spots me first and waves at me with that typical kid-grin. -Gawd, this kid is an angel!- I grin and smile back.
Next to him are Troy and Evelyn, fighting over him. They both argue like little kids, even Miles is much more behaved. -They will be punished later for their lack of manners.-
Mrs. Miller grabs my right arm and smiles. "Thanks for bringing her over. I owe you something." I take a sit beside her and return her bright smile.
"You're welcome and I don't need anything in return. Thank you for coming aswell." She scoops closer to me as we watch mum and Amanda talking. -This will be interesting.-
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"How did you two meet?" My mum asks as she takes a bite off her homemade blueberry muffin. She loves baking and I can't balme her, I mean baking is fun. -I think she pretty sure baked more on purpose, even tho she tried to act all innocent as if it wasn't planned. When she knew that I went to the Millers she immediately told me to invite them.-
Apparently Mrs. Miller and my mum already know each other, since they moved together to New York. They have been bestfriends since College, but somehow broke contact after my mum flew back to London.
"Mum." I warn her once again. However, she playfully winks and pretends to be innocent.
"Yeah, I would want to know your story too. Amanda?" Mrs. Miller adds and give her those 'mom-daughter-look'. -Which I still don't understand.-
Amanda stares back at her for a while then speaks. "Mom." I bite on my bottom lip, trying to hide a smile. -Maybe it's true what they say: "The more you spend time with a person, the more you tend to have similarities."-
She looks at me helplessly. I just shrug with my shoulders then stuff myself with muffins. -These are good!- For some reasons, she narrows her eyes on me.
Both mom's are awaiting our story. So, I decided to swallow it down immediately (even though I was enjoying it) and start first. "I saw her in biology class and somehow after class, we happened to have met in the Library ..." (That's what Amanda thinks, but I've been crushing on her since 9th grade.) I continued our story and Amanda sometimes jumped in.
Seems like, mum and Mrs. Miller are fascinated and extremely focused at the same time. They'd smile at parts, like Lance showing up and somehow destroying our mood. -It's understandable, I mean Lance should stop appearing in our story.-
Meanwhile Troy and Evelyn tried provoking me with their weird self-kisses and mushy sounds. -I swear, this two are really going to be punished!-
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-AMANDA-
After finishing our story, both mom's have bright smiles plastered on their pretty faces. -Why doesn't it surprise me, that my mom and Mrs. Johnson are bestfriends?- I catch myself starring at Mrs. Johnson as she talks with mom.
She's really pretty and looks way too young than she should be. Her eyes are smaragd green, just like Raven's right eye. Her hair is jet black and shiny. Actually, all of the Johnson's are pale. -Now, I know where he's got that beauty from!-
Troy and Eve are different from their mother. Both of them have dark blonde hair and turquoise eyes, but they have some facial similarities. The dimples digged into their cheeks for example, but I think it's a kind of 'Johnson' thing, just like us 'Miller' having grey eyes.
I glance over to Raven, who seems to be looking lost. He's extremly quiet and that's what makes him mysterious. You can't read him, even if you tried. He's that type of person that doesn't show any emotions at all. The more I look at him, the more I notice how much of a carbon-copy he is from his mom. His messy, jet-black hair looks perfect, his different eye colours don't make him anything like ugly, infact he looks hot. -Wait, stop! Pushing that aside...-
I still have his weird confession in mind. I am not sure If he's messing around or being serious. But when he smiled, it felt so real that... -Ugh!-
Raven's eyes wander to mine. Suddenly, his redish lips form a wry smirk. He's sitting opposite me, which makes it harder for me to ignore him. -Damn him! He knew I was checking him out! THIS GUY!!!-
After we've finished eating, Raven started collecting the dishes and I tried to help, but he kept on pushing me aside. Whenever I tried snatching one, he said: "You shouldn't be helping out.", then gets the plate off my hands. So, I decided to just follow him to the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" He placed the dishes to the sink, crampled the arms of his shirt up and dips a blue liquid into the sponge.
"I want to help out, obviously!" I bark back and crample my pullover up. He turns to look at me with a grin on his face.
"And I said, no." His veins and muscle twitch out, whenever he washes. I take the red-striped kitchen towel next to me and stand beside him. He again pushes me aside with his body.
"You really won't give up huh?"
I grin and push him also aside. "Yuhh." -Maybe he'll let me, if I show my stubborn side.-
He pushes me away and evily grins. "Guess what, neither will I!" His contiguous laughter starts getting into my nerves.
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"Come in." He says with his back turned away from me. We are in his room right now. -I've never been in one strangers male teenroom, except Nath's but that doesn't count, right?-
As I stepped inside my eyes wander around the area. This is below my expectations! -WHY IS HIS ROOM SO CLEAN?! NO, CLOTHES ON THE CHAIR NOR ON THE FLOOR?!- His walls are plain white, no colours at all. No poster or pictures, just some poems and bible verses written on a paper and hung on one wall, which is the one above a table. It's just a regular small room with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe and a bookshelf.
His bookshelf is filled with books from classic Authors. Stephen King, Arthur Conan Doyle, Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allen Poe, Harper Lee and even Jane Austen.
-What a bookworm!-
"There's nothing much to see in here. If you want something rare, then you should see Troy's cage." He shakes his head, smiles and sits on the chair. His eyes are locked with mine.
I gulp and awkwardly stand infront of him. I can see the corners of his mouth slightly lifting up, into a wry smirk.
"Take a sit. I won't bite." He winks and moves his chair to the bed. -WHY DOES HE HAVE TO ACT SO SEDUCTIVE?!-
I roll my eyes and grin back. "But you slowly tear a person with your teasing, which is the worst torture ever." I carefully take a sit on it and he just laughs. "I've never expected your room to be this... plain! Have you just moved in or something?" I wave my hands around the air.
He looks amused at me and leans forward. "I just store the things I need." I follow his eyes and spot the bookshelf. "My father used to read those." -He must've loved his father... until that happened...- I try to analyse the hatred, but he looks completely normal. He doesn't show any expression at all.
-I need to distract him somehow.-
"I noticed, that you're using british-english, when you're talking with your family."
Finally, he looks back at me with a smile formed around his redish lips. "My mum is from England, Liverpool. I used to live there for 8 years. My father is from Texas."
"How come you're all in New York?" I ask and then smile. "If I were in England, I wouldn't have left." -As a child I used to love the accent in movies. The small towns and vintage furnitures.-
He chuckles. " I wanted to stay there, but my father brought us to New York for I don't know what reason."
"The way you're speaking now... You're good at covering your british accent with the NY accent." I admit making him laugh.
"Wadda 'bout it? Ya like mah-" I slap his upper arm. He's overacting his accent. "Yer punches hurt!" He suddenly switches to an Texas accent.
I give him a glare and he grins. "Pardon me. My dear lady~" I crack out as soon as he talks his mother language. He grins at me.
"You're hilarious!" I giggle. "It's really fascinating how many accents you can spit out."
"What can I say? I just happened to have parents from different countries. What about you?" He stands up and sits beside me.
"My mom is from California and my dad is from New York. When my mom came to study in New York, she met my dad and they stayed together. So, the only accent I have is this one." -My mom never taught me their accent, because she said they actually don't have any.- He nods then places his head back and rests his back to the wall behind us.
"Good thing that happened." He shuts his eyes as I look back to him.
"What is that supposed to mean? I want to have different accents too, ya know?" I sigh and he opens his eyes. -I still can't get rid of how beautiful his heterochromia eyes are.-
"Yeah, but if you never came to New York, I wouldn't have met you." He smiles.
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Soon we head home. Mrs. Johnson told us to come visit them anytime and my mom agreed. She also reminded her that they should visit us and blablabla... To be honest, I wasn't listening to their conversation.
During the ride I can't stop laughing at Miles. His dark hair is tied with ribbons (red, green, pink, blue and more.) -He reminds me of a doll.- I'm assuming Eve did the hairstyle and if I'm not mistaken, I think Miles has a crush on her. He keeps on talking about her. - My boy is growing!-
As we arrived home I spot my dad on the couch. He mostly spends his time at the police department. My dad is a man, who looks strict with his soldier-cut, dark hair and grey eyes, but he's actually kind. For me atleast. He's a tall Strongman with a bulky frame.
"How was your day, my treasures?" He stands up to kiss mom, then Miles' cheek and lastly my forehead.
"It was wonderful! You should've came! I met Pheebs and guess what?! She used to be my long lost bestfriend-" Since my mum is rambling again, I excuse myself and rush to my room.
As I shut the door close, my phone beeps and when I took a look at the screen, my eyes immediately roll.
Raven: Don't forget jogging around with me tomorrow :) ❤ I'll pick you up at 8 am.
-Great... I just set up my death day... WHAT'S UP WITH THE HEART?!-
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