The next day I woke up at 9:30 A.M. I was starving. "Guess what I've got for breakfast", I shouted as I climbed down the steps. "Hmmm", my mother said looking up from the newspaper she was reading. "Oohhh I'm guessing chocolate chip pancakes", I answered. "Yup", she chuckled. "And?" "And bacon, eggs, toast and coffee" I smiled. "Sounds good", I replied sitting down beside her. "Here you go". She passed me my breakfast. I thanked her and started eating. "So what have you been doing yesterday? Any good dreams?", my mother asked me curiously. "A lot", I replied. "Didn' t think so", she said shaking her head. "I mean it was great", I reassured her. "Good.", she replied nodding. We both went quiet for a minute and then my phone began ringing. "That's Roan calling" my mother said chuckling. "Hello darling", I heard Roan say. "Hey", I replied. "Are you ready to go to stay at my house?", he asked me. "Yeah, I am. Are you?" "Yep. I'm already outside", he said. "Alright. See you l", I said hanging up. "Bye", my mother said waving goodbye. "See ya" I said smiling, and then went outside. Once I was outside I saw that he was waiting for me leaning against the side of his car. He waved at me as soon as he saw me coming towards him. "Hi", I said smiling.
"Hey. You ready?" he asked me. "Definitely", I replied. "Well then lets get inside and go upstairs". I got into the passenger seat and buckled up. "I guess your mother has prepared the place". I grinned. "Well yeah", he laughed. I leaned back and closed my eyes as he drove away.
Soon enough we arrived in front of his house. He came up to the door and opened it. "Come on in", he said holding out his hand for me to take. I smiled and took it. His house was huge and I could see why it was so easy for him to live alone. His mother must be one of those super nice women who is always cooking everything she touches. The interior design was really simple, but very bright. Everything was painted in soft pastels and there were paintings all over the walls. Some were landscapes, others were portraits. All the furniture was dark wood, which suited the colour scheme very well.
There were a few doors in different parts of the main hallway. He led me upstairs and into his bedroom. His bedroom was really big. When we entered we both went over to sit on his bed. He laid down and then I followed suit. Soon he pulled me close and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I love you", I said smiling. "I love you too baby", he answered. We spent the rest of our time talking quietly until dinner time came around. Afterwards we left the bedroom and went downstairs. His mother had prepared a delicious meal for us.
After we ate and talked some more we went to watch a movie. I didn't pay much attention to what was playing though. In fact, it was boring, but it seemed as if his parents enjoyed themselves anyway, so I was fine with it. Then he took me back to his house. We ate supper. And I went to bed or tried to because I smelled something weird. It smelled like Marijuana. Coming from outside the window. I was praying that he wasn't smoking what I thought he was. That he was just smoking a cigarette. But he was and I broke up with him.