The Next Day

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After getting Miss ' unknown' number inside your phone, you went home and slept the day off. When the morning came, you texted the number " Hey, this is Amber's friend" , not willing to give your name out immediately.

A few hours later, as you're eating your lunch with your family at dinner table, you get an answer. You take your phone out of your pocket slowly, hiding it under the table and open the message, curious to known who's the person you're talking to.

" Hi! You must be Tyler? Amber told me all about you ;). I live on 32 East Mountain Drive. Maybe you could swing by right now, I have all afternoon :)" .

Without any hesitation, you answer back " On my way" . And that's what you did. You left dinner table so quickly, you couldn't even hear your father asking 'where your going?' .

The adress takes you down a few block , but not to far from your house. When you get on East Mountain Drive, you walk past three decent looking house, to finally end up in front of 32 . It's quite a big home. There's a two storage garage, with a porsche parked in the entrance. The house seems to have three floors, and have plenty of rooms. You also get the feelin you've been here once or twice, but you don't remember when.

You approach the front door, give it three quick knocks and wait for someone to answer. After waiting a few minutes, a woman opens the door wide, with a giant smile on her face. The lady is wearing a pair of blue jeans, with a small shirt exposing her belly , which has a big butterfly tattoo on. She stays quiet, like she's waiting for you to say something.

" Don't you recognize me, Tyler? It's me. Christina Wendall. Chris's mother. "

Now , you know where you know her, it's goddamn's Chris Wendall's mom. Chris used to play soccer with you when you were a kid, and most of the time, after a game, you and the rest of the team would go up to his house.