Fang Talks

No fun allowed.

There’s no way she could deny our hero’s offer to help, right? (previous)

Later that afternoon I ran home as fast as I could. I would have sent my mother a text message telling her I’d be home later than usual, but she hadn’t allowed me a smartphone yet. “When you’re older.” she’d say. “When you start needing it for serious things.” I was starting to wonder how long it would take for her to see those times were already upon us.
‘Mom!’ After carelessly dumping my bag in the hallway I dashed into her room. ‘Charlie and I are going to help Trisha find something she lost!’
‘That’s nice!’ she replied, somewhat taken aback by my plans. ‘Is she a girl from your class?’
‘Yeah!’ I didn’t know what question I answered, I wasn’t really paying attention and couldn’t hear my mother clearly over the sound of the cookies shuffling around in the tin. In my attempt to yell a ‘bye!’ as I sped out the door I almost chocked on the crumbs.

Unlike Charlie, I wasn’t very fit, physically. By the time I arrived at Trisha’s place, which apparently was only a couple blocks from school, I was exhausted. Charlie laughed as I took a minute to catch my breath. I didn’t want to make it more than a minute though, didn’t want to seem like a latecomer.
When I had my finger on their doorbell, I hesitated for a second. “It’s the house with a lamppost in the driveway. Easy!” I turned my head right, and there it was. Smack-dab in the middle of the driveway stood a lamppost, preventing any car from entering. I questioned if someone got fired over that, but then snapped back to my present situation. This was it. One small push.
The doorbell rang.

‘I’ll get it!’ Trisha yelled. Her voice came from high in the house and was followed by a series of thuds, presumably her walking down the stairs. ‘Hey!’ she smiled after she opened the door for me. ‘Come in.’
She wasn’t wearing any shoes, so I took off mine. Breathing in I smelt the faint scent of incense. The few encounters I had previously had with it weren’t exactly pleasant, but this one was actually rather nice.
‘Want something to drink?’ she offered, either out of politeness or to fill the silence.
I almost fell over taking off my last shoe when I realized I hadn’t even said hi yet. ‘No, uh, no thanks.’ I declined quickly, not wanting her to go through any trouble for me. ‘Shall we… Should we get, uh, to work?’
Very smooth, Pip.

Will the next part be the thrilling conclusion? Find out next time! (next)
~ Fang

Comments

  • 21/08/2014 (4:06 PM)

    Uh oh, this isn’t going to end in awkward adolescent dry humping, is it?

  • 21/08/2014 (6:19 AM)

    He’s not much of a ladies man this Pip. Then again his age is kind of questionable so frankly there’s a good chance it’s not that surprising at all. I was expecting the good old comedy trope of him getting the wrong door.

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