Leaving the house

As you approach the front door of the house, you raise your arm to shield your eyes from the sun only to walk into the fly screen. “Shirt balls, I will never hear the end of this from DeAndre. Oh, even better I can see him laughing outside”. You take a step back and finally remove the last barrier to your exit from the dreaded house, the fly screen. As you walk outside to your waiting car you cannot help but take in the beauty of your two most trusted friends DeAndre and Lane. DeAndre leans bent over at the front of the car laughing hysterically at the scene that just unfolded. Bent over like this his long black micro dreads cover his face, obscuring that devilish smile that you have come to love over the years. As he starts to stand up you get your first look at his face, his deep brown eyes looking at you with a hint of uncertainty contrasted against his steeled dark facial features. Composing himself he sees that you are not angry with his reaction, if anything you are amused both at yourself and his reaction, “I did walk into a door, that is something funny that anyone would laugh at” you think to yourself. Taking a final look at DeAndre, you see that he has decided to wear a navy suit with a baby pink shirt “My favourite combination” you think “He must have done something that I wouldn’t approve of, otherwise he wouldn’t be wearing this combination” He has even paired cognac boots with it “Good hunting, either I will find out what he did or he will tell me”.

As DeAndre moves towards the driver’s door, you cast your eyes towards the rear of the car where you see Lane standing next to an open door. Giving Lane a once over you can see that she is quite nervous, which is odd as you feel you raised her better than that. As you start your walk towards the car your eyes are fixed on Lane’s as if they are a sextant guiding you through the pacific. Her ocean blue eyes are watching your feet as you approach “Something definitely happened last night while I was gone, otherwise what is with all this secrecy”. Now just out of arms reach from Lane, you are suddenly grabbed and brought into a hug, moving your handbag into your left hand you bring your right hand up to caress the back of her head returning the hug. Dragging your hand through her waist length strawberry-blonde hair you reach her mid back before gently tugging her head back to get a look at her face. “What’s wrong, my sunshine?” you ask, “I am sorry mistress, I broke a rule and a promise that I made to you” comes the reply through held back tears. “There is only one promise and rule that I can think of, I hope she hasn’t gotten pregnant she is far too young for that”. “Come here my sunshine, let’s talk about this at home” you say before stretching your arms out to cause some separation. Taking your index finger, you place it under her chin before kissing her on the lips. “Hmm, is that mixed lipstick?” you think as you move in for a second peck. Separating yourself from Lane you step through the open door and take a seat.

Once inside the car you close the door and pull out your phone, dialling your EA (Executive Assistant), as you wait for her to answer the phone you stretch out your hand to hold Lane’s giving it a comforting squeeze when you feel her.