Uninvited Guest (Pt. 2) March 21, 2008

I kind of just stood there for a while, looking around the hallway. Bret would sort this out I knew he would, I had full faith in him. Okay I take that back, I should be getting nervous… just about now.

The girl didn’t seem pleased though, she actually sounded kind of mad. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about but it seemed pretty heated. Instead of just standing around, I decided to go look around in the kitchen, maybe it was more colourful than the hallway was.

I was speechless I couldn’t imagine who had attempted to decorate the kitchen. It was as if, a kid, an adult and a teenager decided to collaboratively decorate the room and had a war. A very big..war, that resulted in interior decorating casualties everywhere.

I subconciously started to move into the kitchen when I heard footsteps behind me.

“And exactly what do you think you’re doing?” I heard her say from behind. Apparently she was still mad at whatever Bret had told her and I had to deal with his leftover stupidity: an angry woman. Thanks Bret, thanks a lot.

“Did you decorate this room?” I asked pointing to the haphazardly decorated kitchen.

“Don’t go looking around other people’s houses, it’s rude,” she said still looking at me with eyes of ice. “and do you really think I decorated this room? A four-year-old has more interior decorating skills than that idiot.”

That idiotche must’ve meant Bret. Why am I not surprised?

“You still haven’t answered my question yet. Didn’t I tell you not to move from that spot?” she said, foot tapping impatiently.

“I’ll go back to the door then,” I replied exasperatedly, walking back to the foyer.

“Wait, just stay there, it’s fine. Bret said it slipped his mind to tell me you were coming. she said and paused. “And sorry for the rude reception.”

That caught me off guard, I hadn’t expected her to apologize to me at all. So my first instinctive move was to apologize. “It’s alright,” I replied. “It’s just a logical reaction that’s all.”

Her eyes dimmed in response and I could feel the resentment rolling off her. Did I say something wrong?

“Say… what is your name again? I didn’t catch it during our little exchange back there.”

“It’s Alec, Alec Hurstfield.”

“Ah, well nice to meet you Alec,” she said with a sweet smile, which lead me to believe for a split second that she really was a nice person, “Now if you don’t mind, you’ve wasted enough of my time as it is, so let’s make this as painless as possible.” until she finished off, her tone as cold as steel. I take that back she was a Grade A biatch.

I looked around the hallway to make sure I didn’t forget anything, but apparently she had the patience of a five-year-old child waiting for its cookies.

“Well? Are you coming?”

I nodded and followed her up the stairs, still trying to wrap my brain around what I could’ve possible done to piss her off.

The upper floor was much more colourful than the lower floor despite its… strange colours and such, and I could only hope that my room was at least coordinated in a way I could live without killing myself in frustration.

“This is your room,” she said as she entered the room. “although I’m surprised you have no luggage.”

“What? What do you mean no luggage? I sent my luggage here earlier in the week!” I exclaimed. My underwear was in there!

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well that’s not my problem is it?”

I openly stared at her at that comment. She didn’t care ?! How heartless could she be?

She merely gave a little laugh and left the room shortly after. “So typical,” she said as she left.

“Typical? What?” I said, but she had left already, and shut the door behind her.

I was in shock.. well I could live wearing the same clothing for about three days but underwear… I’ll have to do some shopping later this afternoon I guess. That would let me get to know the town a bit.. yeah that sounded good. My luggage will arrive sooner or later. It probably just got delayed, not a big deal.

Maybe living here won’t be that bad after all.