Frightmare Mansion - Chapter 11

Before I exit the windowed back door, I can't help but watch Chris pull on the mower cord. He's so powerful, looks like he could tear that cord out from the mower. After pulling several times he suddenly yanks off his tank top and continues pulling.

Oh my God! His muscles glisten from his perpetration as he strains. The tray with our Ice teas I'm holding starts to shake in my grasp. For a minute there, I thought I was going to drop it. After pulling several more times, it finally starts and he begins mowing our backyard, but I suddenly catch his attention as I exit the back door with the tray of refreshments in hand.

He quickly shuts the mower off. I set the tray down on a wooden table under a gazebo with ivy growing over it, a moss - covered fountain is nearby, for some reason it has water flowing from it. What luck, it's creating a romantic setting around us. Oh my, look how chiselled he is...I think saliva is drooling off my bottom lip. My legs feel a little weak, like I might just collapse flat on my butt.

"Hi Skylar," as he approaches me.
"You remembered my name?"
"Sure why wouldn’t I?"
"I don’t know. Are you thirsty?"
"Sure, I’ve could go for something cold right now, thanks."
I hand him the glass of iced tea, he notices my hand trembeling. He just smiles letting me know everything is okay, just be myself.

I'm trying so hard just wanting him to like me. Calm down!
He guzzles down the ice cold drink.
"Where you from?" wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Detroit, Michigan."
"Wow, thats a big city. What brought you to our small town in California?"
"My Dad passed away and we had to move."
"Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, he was sick for a long time, Cancer. After he died, there were a lot of medical bills the insurance didn’t cover. My Mom had to file for bankruptcy. Then we had to move because she got a better paying job here. I guess we were lucky, my Dad's life insurance barely gave us enough money to buy this house. But I had to leave all my friends behind in Detroit.

"Damn, you’ve been through a lot."
"Yeah I have, so how old are you?"
Chris smiles, "How old do you think I am?"
"I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to tell with guys. But I know your in high school."
"Oh, because of my letterman jacket I was wearing earlier, Yeah, I’m 18, and a Senior this year at River Park High."
"I'm 18 too, and a Senior!" I'm so gaga I know I sound like a 8 year old. Come on Skylar get with it! Try and sound a little more sophisticated here.
Chris sounding excited, "Hey maybe we can hang out sometime, I can show you around town,"
"Yes, I’m down on that."
"Great, what are you doing Sunday?"
"Oh just hanging out, probably cleaning."

"Well some of us are going down to the park to hang out. Maybe I can come by and pick you up, and head over to meet some of my friends from school. That way, you will already know people on your first day, and you won't feel out of place."
"That sounds good, I'll be starting school Monday after I transfer in," the corners of my lips rising.
"How about 1:30?"
"That sounds good, I'll be ready!"
"Well, I better get back to work."
"Okay."

I collect his glass and carry the tray back into the house with a huge smile. Was that Mom peeking from the window? I enter the kitchen, Mom must of made a mad dash to the refrigerator because she's pretending to be messing with stuff in it.
"He’s real nice isn’t he?" Mom probes.
I place the tray on the kitchen table, and return to the window to continue watching him, "He's absolutely adorable Mom. He goes to River Park High, he’s a Senior like me."
"That’s wonderful, then you’ll be graduating together."
"I know, isn't it wonderful? And guess what?"
"What?"
"He asked me out!"
"Wow, that's great honey!"

"Yeah, he wants to go to the park. He said I could meet some of his friends there. That way I already know other kids at school when I start!"
"I'm so happy for you, You see, I told you sunnier days ahead, " Mom gives me a hug.
I'm so happy even Mom's dumb saying didn't wrench a nerve, "I gotta figure what I'm going to wear tomorrow!"
Justin pokes his head in, "Mom, I'm hungry!"
"Well let’s get dinner started," Mom says.
"Mom, do you think Justin's head is way out of proportion for his body?"
Mom playfully throws a rolled up news paper at me.

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