“So what movie are we watching now?” he asked, opening his closed eyes to look at me. I shook my head as if to rid of the image. May I be damned but the boy looked so appealing and s£xy I could imagine myself on top of him and doing things that were not in the borderline of friendliness. I mean the guy was so tall he was practically leaning against my headboard and his feet still reached the end of my bed. I just stood there staring at his form and admiring how long he was in my small double bed. “Good?” He smirked and then he went over to my bed and slumped down on it. I got my revenge anyway,” he said in serious tone but in those crinkle green eyes of his there was also mirth. Instantly he backed away holding both of his hands up in surrender.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and when I opened them again, I gave him a look he only knew too well not mess with. I manoeuvred my body with the wall but he followed me suit. His whole face was gleaming with a wicked smile that only told me of his intentions. I stared at him with wide panicked eyes as I searched for an escape. As I backed once more I became trapped against the wall and he was about a meter away from reaching me. “Are you planning to kill me with… that?” he asked, his eyes crinkling with laughter. I looked away from him to the object and silently seethed to myself.
Kyle laughed when I pointed whatever it was that was on my hand. It was fluffy but I didn’t pay attention to it Don’t even think about touching me!” My hands searched around for a weapon and I grabbed the first thing that came to contact. “Kill me?” he asked as if not believing me. His eyebrows shot up at my threat, and he grinned. “Kyle I’ll kill you!” I threatened when he put both of his arms out and wiggled his fingers. “Don’t even think about it!” I warned him when he slowly walked towards me. Kyle turned to me with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Wouldn’t want to burn down the house again.” He winked at Kyle and me and then left my bedroom. “No, I am.” My father scowled at the air as if remembering that day too. Well it’s safe to say that we ended up having a take away that night whilst the fire fighters tried to calm the smoke from the kitchen. I remembered the last time my mother cooked. Just remember to come downstairs for dinner in two hours,” he said. My father only grinned at me, holding his hands up as if in surrender. They were laughing, completely oblivious that I was in the room with them. I tuned out of their conversation, glaring impatiently at the both of them. He ignored me and started talking to Kyle about football and Xbox games. I looked at him and began to motion for him to go. “Alright, but please keep the noise down next time,” he said. “Watching a movie,” I told him as I moved to my set of DVD’s to pick another movie to watch. “What were you guys doing anyway?” he asked. “Oh c’mon kiddo.” My father folded his arms across his chest. “I’m telling mom that you guys are ganging up on me again!” I glared at both of them and they simultaneously burst out laughing. “It’s usually Keya who’s always the instigator,” My father continued.Ī ghost of a smile appeared on Kyle’s face as both men turned and looked accusingly at me. The amount of respect he had for my father was quite obvious, which made sense because my dad was the only father figure Kyle had in his life, and that was excluding the áss that was Robert Reyes, Kyle’s father. Since then Kyle had always called my father in the lines of “Sir or Mr Reynolds”. I’d introduced him to my family when Kyle was ten and I, just about to turn ten. Kyle still hasn’t gotten over the formality when he spoke to my father. “Sir?” Kyle looked up at him in confusion. “What did she do now?” My father asked Kyle. That was quite convenient considering his name was, Theodor Reynolds. Ever since I was young, when I didn’t call him “Daddy or dad”, I called him “Teddy”. He was a dark-skinned, tall and bulky man of forty five years of age and although he looked threatening, to me he was always my own personal teddy bear. My father stared suspiciously at the both of us, his deft fingers rubbing the dark stubble of beard that was recently growing. “Hi, daddy!” I greeted my father as I shifted into a sitting position, breathing rapidly as if I’ve just ran a marathon. He went to stand near the bed, with his arms behind his back and his head bowed, staring at his feet. Kyle instantly got off me and off the bed.