"Welcome to my humble abode." I pushed the door open before throwing my keys into a pot on the side.
"Holy. Freakin'. Hell." Connor slowly made his was through the door, he seemed to be in awe.
"If you open your mouth a bit wider I think I could fit the Eiffel Tower in there." I dumped my bag at the bottom of the stairs.
"I've always passed this house on the way to school, I was considering trying to break in to have a look around but now there's no need."
"Yeah, let's keep the criminal activity to the minimum shall we? I don't feel like waking up one morning to see your ass shoved in a cop car for breaking and entering."
"Now you mention it, it doesn't sound too appealing."
"Hmm I wonder why."
I led him into the front room; by the look of it Brett hadn't cleared up the mess he 'observed' this morning. I'm not surprised though, it wasn't his mess. It's always my mess.
"What the heck exploded in here?" Connor asked from behind.
"You don't want to know." Brett was right. It did look like there had been a wolf attack. I didn't really notice last night, however I was slightly distracted.
"Where are we doing the paper?" he was still glancing around the room.
"Just go through there," I nodded towards the wooden arched doors.
"They look to much like dungeon doors for me to trust you."
I laughed, "This whole house feels like a dungeon to me."
"How do I know that I'll be allowed to leave once I go through there?" He glanced back at me.
"You won't. You'll be trapped for eternity. Mwahahaha." My evil laugh sounded much more evil in my head.
"If you weren't so gorgeous that laugh would've had me running for my life." He smiled cheekily and if I do say so myself it looked quite camp, in a cute way.
"You're jokes amuse me." I rolled my eyes as I picked up one of the base cushion for the sofa, "Now shimmy your ass in there while I reassemble the couch."
He laughed before pushing the doors open, "Have fun with that."
"The math paper is on the side through there if you want to have a look through, maybe complete it for me." I flashed him an innocent smile.
"Nice try Kaitlyn, nice try." I could hear him but the doors blocked my view.
"It was worth a shot."
I shoved the rest of the padding on the sofa before throwing the smaller cushions on, I guess the room looked a little more presentable now.
As I entered the dining room I saw Connor flicking through the paper, "So which part are you stuck on?"
"All of it. It's all wrong." I huffed and slumped in the chair opposite him.
"No actually, what you've done is all right." He looked up at me.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"Every answer you've written is correct. you still have some to complete but you're almost there. You need to have more faith in yourself."
"But none of it makes sense."
"It doesn't have to make sense. You just have to know what to do. Here, try the last few questions." he handed my paper back to me and I picked up a pen.
"If you want to order takeaway the menu's on the board. It's my treat. Get what you want, I'll just have a small cheese pizza." I shifted my focus to my exam paper while Connor went to go order the food.
I guess it wasn't as hard as before, now that I've been told I'm doing it right I feel a lot more confident. Let's hope this confidence lasts, I have a feeling it won't stick around much longer.
"Are you being serious?!" I was almost in tears of laughter.
"Yep! I'm surprised I wasn't hospitalised to be fair."
"I can't believe it! That's actually hilarious!" I was trying so hard not to choke on my pizza.
"It wasn't at the time! My head literally went through the door, I never sat in one of those plastic cars ever since."
"You're a pleb." I stated bluntly.
"Well at least I didn't set my hair on fire!" He protested.
"That was the hairspray's fault! Jeez... I just wanted to get a closer look at the stove. I was a curious child, okay?!"
"You leant over a stove? And I'm the pleb?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Yes. Yes you are."
"Who wears that much hairspray?"
"Ooo so you shake your hips as a hobby?" he wiggled his eyebrows.
"I use to." My eyes rolled.
"Why did you stop?"
"I moved here."
Silence filled the air again, this happens most times when a conversation somehow links with my past life.
"Are you going to eat that pizza?" Connor was the first one to break the silence.
"Nope. You can have it." I practically threw it at him.
"You've only ate one slice, aren't you hungry?" Connor looked over at me.
"Nah. I had a big breakfast."
"You didn't have any lunch though." He sounded suspicious.
"I had a really big breakfast." I went slightly high pitched as I tried to convince him.
"I'm home!" My shoulders relaxed as Brett interrupted Connor's sentence. The door slammed behind him and he strolled into the room.
"Hey Kaitlyn. Who's your friend?" He eyed Connor before taking a slice of the cheese pizza. Typical.
"Brett, this is Connor. Connor, this is my brother, Brett." I gestures to them both.
"It's nice to meet you." Connor spoke before taking a bite of his pizza.
"So is this your new boyfriend?"
It was Connors turn to choke on his food.
"No. He's just a friend." I glared at Brett who just smirked.
"Too bad. I freaking hate the ass you're with at the moment."
"Leave Aaron out of this Brett. I don't understand why you hate him so much. He told me you two were friends." Brett always found a way to bring up Aaron in front of others, it made me feel uncomfortable.
"Ha. That's a load of Bull. We use to be friends once upon a time, not now though. Not ever." Brett snorted in anger.
"Why? what happened between you two?" I raised a brow.
He hesitated, "Nothing. It doesn't matter. you don't need to know."
"Don't I deserve to know? After all he is my boyfriend."
"Well why don't you ask him?"
"Why can't you just tell me?"
"No. it'll be interesting to here his side of the story."
"I already told you to ask him. Not me. He'll tell you."
Fat chance. I wanted to speak out but the words didn't leave my mouth, not even as a whisper. They were stuck in my mind.
"Listen what happened in the past had nothing to do with you and I'm sure he's changed if you see something in him so stop wondering. If he makes you happy then I'm not going to stop you but I'm not going to hate him less. What he did was freaking disgusting and I don't think I could ever forgive him for that." Brett left the room after his little speech, probably to avoid more questions.
'If he makes you happy' is that what love is suppose to do? make you happy. I don't even know what love is anymore.
"I think I better be heading home now." Crap, I totally forgot he was sitting here. Oh my gosh, how awkward he must feel right now.
"Connor, I am so sorry you had to sit through that." I was mortified.
"It's okay, honest. I've seen worse." A small smile flickered across his lips as he stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder.
"Still, I feel awful. That must've been so awkward for you." I continued to blabber as we walked to the door.
"Kaitlyn," he spun around and held my shoulders, "it's fine, calm down." I laughed nervously but his laugh was natural.
"Thank you for coming round tonight. it was nice hanging out for a few hours, we should do it again." I flashed a genuine smile.
"Definitely." He pulled me into a quick hug before stepping out into the cold, "I'll see you tomorrow Kait."
"Bye." I raised my hand slightly as I waved.
I watched as he walked down the hill, I had fun today. It was different to normal nights and I much preferred just chilling with Connor than cowering away from Aaron.
One thing's for sure though, the past may be the past but I will find out what my brother's hiding... One way or another, I'm not going to be kept in the dark.