I had been right about the beautiful natural lighting of this room. The tall and glamorous windows seemed to do nothing but capture the best light of the day break just for me. But in this moment I wish it was still dark out, since the brightness seemed to only increase my want to fall back asleep. The comfy and inviting blankets didn’t help either.
It had been a long, and tense night. With all the extravagant meal courses that Theo’s mother insisted on, the dinner felt like it lasted an eternity, but the drag night thankfully didn’t end there.
I wound up heading to bed around midnight. Delicately taking my expensive clothes off took another ten minutes, out of fear of ripping them. My makeup and nightly routine took another twenty.
But after I pulled on my pajamas and slid under the covers, I was out like a light. I fell asleep as soon as humanly possible with full memory of all the good and the bad that had happened last night.
My grip on Theo’s arm only tightened as we descended the staircase. Slightly out of fear of chaotically tripping over my high heels before tumbling down the million steps below. But mostly out of dread of what tragic scene laid ahead of us.
I let out of breath that I hadn’t even noticed I was holding, and loosen my hold on Theo’s expensive suit sleeve. I can already see the wrinkles I had creased into the previously smooth fabric and an immediate feel of guilt settles on my conscious.
As if on cue, Theo glanced down and notices the now crumpled cloth covering his arm. This only enhances my feeling of mortification and I wish I could just retreat to my room.
I extend my opposite hand to attempt to fix and smooth out the mistake only I had caused, but Theo immediately halts my action and holds my fingers in his palm.
“Don’t worry about it.” I hear his tender words roll of his tongue before bringing my hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my skin. I take a deep breath and release it before glancing up at him through my now thick and unfortunately false lashes.
“I’m so nervous.” I admit.
“I know you are, but you’ll be fine. Just follow my lead, okay?” He looked down to me waiting for my answer.
“Okay,” I breathe out nervously. “I’m ready if you are.”
I was the exact opposite of ready, but might as well get the worst dinner in the history of dinners over with, right?
I knew that the double French doors blocked us from a hellish experience that would most likely ensue after we opened them. But to calm my jittery nerves I let out a shaky sigh, and tried to slap an easy going smile on my face.
“Let’s get this over with.” Theo said before giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
I simply nodded in agreement and held tightly onto him war-ready.
Before I could run to my room to hide, Theo twisted the door handles and the grand doors opened.
While we walked to our designated seats, I stared in awe at the room that resembled the inside of a castle.
The floor was a pure white and gray swirled marble that just screamed elegance. The walls were painted a deep charcoal with chalky, clean trimmings. There were two tall, classic cabinets placed at either end of the room. One was accommodated with what I’m assuming was the finest china, while the other was filled with bottles of various liqours.
In the direct center, laid a long bone white table with a glossy finish. The legs were monstrous and was detailed to perfection. The tabletop was surrounded by 8 chicly trimmed and cushioned chairs. Only two of the eight had arms, like a pair of thrones, one on each end, as if only royalty could sit there.
I glanced up to Theo nervously, and he smiled down to me as if a single thing couldn’t have gone wrong tonight. Hopefully he was right, but with my terrible luck? Yeah, we all knew this was going to end badly.
“Oh, Theo! You’ve finally arrived.” Mrs. Thompson smiled as if this was the best discovery on the planet.
“Yes. Hello, mother. Father.” He nodded to each of his parents in a polite but distant greeting.
He took my hand and led me down the row of fashionable seats until we ended up beside the one man, whom I still had no idea of’s identity. Theo pulled out my seat for me and I silently thanked him while seating myself.
“And Mr. Freeman, is it?” Theo asked as the one unidentified man seated across the table from me came into our view.
“Yes. That would be me.” The man confirmed with a growing smile.
“Nice to meet you, sir.” Theo carefully leaned over the table to shake the man’s hand.
“Nice to meet you as well, young man. My family’s actually a big fan of your team.”
“Well, I’m glad to have you as a supporter, sir.” Theo gave him one of those charming smiles that always resulted in a swoon from me, but it seemed like a swoon was coming from Mr. Freeman as well. Theo was able to schmooze just about anyone apparently, no matter the person’s gender.
He wrapped up the conversation with stats about his team and how they were getting prepared for the next big game. After about five minutes of the talk, some maids and a butlers came through the double doors with what appeared to be a salad of some sort.
Theo took that as his cue to take his seat. He grabbed the back of the chair directly beside me and pulled it out for himself. But just as he sat, his mother looked up with an astonished look in her eyes.
“Theo, why don’t you come and sit beside Mr. Freeman instead?” She offered kindly but I could tell by her narrowed eyes that she had a different motive in mind.
With a glance up at Theo I could already see the annoyance growing in his facial expression. I didn’t know if Theo would explode in front of two strangers or not. I knew he would do it with just his parents, but with their potential clients in the room? I had no idea what the outcome would be and that was a risk I didn’t want to take.
“Actually mother I’m goin—” attempted to start his long rant, which could only end badly.
Which is why I immediately grabbed ahold of his right hand, and within a second his glare softened. He looked slightly confused but then saw my face. I gave him a curt nod telling him to just do as she says and not cause any problems.
It was actually kind of ironic that I still had no idea what Mrs. Thompson or her husband’s names were since they probably knew every single thing about me, but that was the last of my worries at the moment. My main goal was to get through this meal without someone winding up in jail or someone getting stabbed with a shrimp fork.
Why must there be so many different forks? They all perform the same task, so why not just cut back and use one for everything?
I’m getting off topic, but my mind returned to the present when one butler set a magnificent salad in frontfq of me.
“A blue cheese ceasar salad for your first course.” The butler announced with a pleasant look on his face, but in my prospective it looked quite forced.
Knowing I couldn’t ask him what was wrong in front of everyone I settled for looking down at what had been set in front of me.
This wasn’t any ole salad with lettuce and veggies. Oh, no. It’s like the chef had sprinkled in some magic or something. Just the smell of it was already making my mouth water. Who knew that salads could smell good? Every part of me was ready to dive right in, but I had almost forgotten my manners.
The butler who had served us was about to walk out the double doors when I had finally looked up from my food.
“Thank you.” I politely shouted after him.
Both Thompson parents’ heads shot up and there was immediate looks of distaste upon each of them. Both men sitting to my and Theo’s sides had evident looks of shock on their features as well. Was this really so odd to them? People having manners was apparently a weird aspect to the rich people of New York.
The steward quickly spun around on his heel and looked at me with an bewildered look on his face. My demeanor seemed to have astonished him as well. He blinked twice and cleared his throat so he could speak clearly.
“My pleasure, madame.” He said but unlike when he was first leaving there was a small grin on his mouth like two simple and little words had changed his whole day so drastically. And with that he left out the doors in a flash giving me a chance to turn back to my delicious looking food.
The business man sitting by Theo’s side excused himself to the restroom and I took that as my chance to dig in. Knowing my jinxed self, I’d probably start eating and the pressure of having so many important people watching me eat would probably end with some sort of food all down the expensive blue fabric of my current getup.
Just as I was about to hastily gobble down the appetizing meal laid before me, I caught Theo looking at me. He had a cute little grin on his face. I smiled back and looked back down to my plate before Cruella Deville (aka Mrs. Thompson) could see us making eye contact.
I took a forkful to my mouth and couldn’t help to close my eyes with delight. My tastebuds were literally exploding at the taste. But when I reopened my eyes I could immediately feel a pair of eyes on me.
“You always make weird and slightly sexual noises when you eat?” The random man to my right whispered in my ear.
My cheeks immediately bloomed with color from self-consciousness. I quickly chewed and cleared my throat. I looked over to see his smirk only growing, and somehow he looked vaguely familiar. But I had never seen this man before in my life.
“What sounds?” I whispered back shyly.
“You know. The sounds that you were just making. You know what kinda sounds I’m talking about.” He said and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Just when I thought I couldn’t become even more mortified this guy has to say something like that? Oh gosh this night couldn’t get any more awkward for me. Especially since this guy was associated so well with the Thomspons and was probably another rich client of their company.
A company which I still had no idea what they actually did. But all I knew in that moment was I needed to get through this horrific dinner. Unfortunately, trying to sprint to the finish line of this mess was similar to trying to run through a sea of maple syrup.
Not exactly the easiest task, but to get my mind off the weirdo sitting next to me I looked back over to Theo to see his eyes already trained on mine. I immediately felt relieved. He gave me a subtle smile and a quick wink.
“I’m sorry it was just surprisingly loud and it surprised me.”
I turned to look at him again and took in more of his features. There were hints of stubble growing up around his jawline, and his cheekbones were perfectly structured like the rest of his face. His blue eyes shown with humor and his jet black hair was so flawlessly styled on top of his head.
Where did I know this man from? I felt like I knew him and his smirking face. But how?
I watched as he brought another piece of lettuce to his mouth and chewed before bringing the napkin from his lap and lightly touch the corners of his lips. Just the way he acted seemed all too well known.
“I know I’m unbelievably attractive, but will you ever stop staring?” He suddenly asked his smirk only growing.
Embarrassed that he had noticed my I swiveled back around in my seat. “I’m sorry, but you just seem to look so familiar.”
“Well, of course I do you’re—”
“But I don’t remember ever meeting you.” I admit looking back over to him. Maybe if I keep looking at him I will finally remember where I’ve seen him before.
I could see a smirk growing on his face like he had just been invited to play a very fun game. He quietly put down his fork and turned to me again. “I don’t seem to remember you either...huh. Maybe we can retrace my tracks, and see if anything seems to jog your memory.”
“That’d be really appreciated. Thank you.” I said gratefully for his change in arrogant character.
“Hmm...my favorite restaurant, Diana’s Place? You were our waitress whose butt I did not mean to touch even though you still gave the impression that you didn’t believe my story when I explained that I have extremely clumsy hands. You stormed pissed off.”
“Um...no. That wasn’t me. I’ve never—”
“Oh! The Dusty Leopard! My favorite strip club. How could I forget my favorite dancer,” He leaned in closer to speak low enough for only me to hear. “I mean Sparkly Rainbows, which name do you prefer in public? You look completely different without your fishnets and all that makeup. Forgive me.”
“Nope. That wasn’t me either. I actually do prefer my real name Amay—”
The man’s blue eyes shone brightly with disbelief. “Oh, no! It can’t be you...can it?”
“Me? Can’t be who?” I asked surprised by his theatric outburst.
He looked around the room making sure no one was watching us and returned his eyes to mine when he realized everyone was still picking at their salads, paying us no attention.
“Georgina...you must’ve got a new face. You always did know the best plastic surgeons around, didn’t you, darling?” He chuckled darkly. “But you can’t be here!”
I was surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He was suddenly nervous and constantly looking over his shoulder like someone was out to get him.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered as I started growing anxious myself.
“You know what I’m talking about! The restraining order says no closer than a mile radius. I got it against you for a reason, Georgie!” He continued to yell at me in hushed tones.
My jaw was frantically moving up and down trying to string together a sentence of logical response, but I was coming up empty. How the hell do you respond to that?
“But I’m not-”
“It’s okay. Just keep your head down and hurry out that door over there.” He pointed to the double doors which Theo and I had recently entered.
I looked from the doors and back to the man who I was having downright the most bizarre conversation with. “But I’m not...I’m still—”
“I’m still in love with you too, but you and I both know I can’t handle being in a relationship with someone who is constantly throwing books and dresser drawers at me. Now get going and I promise I won’t turn you in.” He said as he directed me to the door once again.
“I’m just so confused. I’m not Georgina...I promise I’m not.” I admitted as sincerely as I possibly could, but I was starting to lose my patience. Sure the guy was only trying to protect himself from his ex, but I still felt extremely attacked under his words.
How could he possibly think I was a crazy ex...or a stripper? He should see the way I normally dressed. I bet he’d guess I was a hobo he passed on the street recently.
“Leave her alone, Will.” He whispered angrily with a glare shot in the guy’s direction.
“What could you ever mean, Theo?” The man asked him playing innocent.
“You and I both know you’re just trying to mess with her head. It’s what you love to do.” Theo rolled his eyes.
I beamed hearing Theo come to my rescue.
“Not my fault she’s so gullible and I’m extremely good at improvising.” The man shrugged and continued eating like nothing had ever happened.
So all three of those scenarios were made up? What an asshole. I scoffed and telling by Theo’s vein that was beginning to pop out of his neck I knew he was about to get angry as well. So I did my best to defuse the tension.
“It’s okay, Theo.” I mouthed back to him with a smile before I looked back down to my plate.
It felt like I was never going to be able to eat this salad. Every time I was about to get started someone always got in the way. But I wasn’t going to let anyone come between me and my food this time.
I felt like I could finally eat my salad in peace once again and smiled as I picked up another forkful but just as I was about to latch my teeth onto the delicious food I dropped it back onto the plate and whipped my head back to the guy sitting next to me.
Will just looked at me with a know it all grin before turning to look across the table again. “See, brother? Gullible.”
I looked between the two of them and that’s when I could really see it. Even with their facial expressions entirely opposite at the moment, Will’s a ever-growing smirk and Theo’s a fresh scowl, I could still see the hints of genetic similarities.
William Thompson. First in line to inherit the family empire, kind of a dousche, and most importantly, Theo’s dear older brother.
I looked between the two of them and realized they looked nothing alike. Will had raven hair, pale skin and ocean blue eyes. All features he seemed to have inherited from Mr. Thomspon. But Theo was the exact opposite. His chocolatey brown eyes, tan skin and brunette hair all were traits he’d obviously received from their mother.
It was kinda creepy how each son had only gotten traits from one parent, but before I could even begin to unleash the thousands of questions I had locked up in my mind, the elderly businessman had re-emerged from his rather long bathroom venture.
“Ah, you’re back!” Mr. Thompson exclaimed from his seat and rose a glass of his deep red liquor to the man.
“Got a little lost on the way back,” The old man chuckled. “You, Thompsons, live in your own little castle.”
As if this whole dinner scene had been thoroughly scripted and directed, the whole Thompson clan laughed merrily.
Eventually the next course, filet mignon and asparagus ribbons appeared before us and then the dessert, tiramisu, but through them bot I just sat there in disbelief at the oddities that were unfolding before my very eyes.
It wasn’t like I was missing much. Throughout the whole time, it was like the whole group was eating at a different table than me. Like I had been engulfed in a giant bubble that was sound proof and no one could even notice I was here. I didn’t mind though. I would have nothing interesting to contribute to this conversation.
I knew nothing of stocks and bonds. And all the words that were related to the sport of golf left me at a blank.
But it was weird to see Theo having to alter his feelings. Most of the time he was truthful and upfront about how he felt, but this was a whole different side of him. It was like his mother had invited his stunt double to replace him tonight.
I hated how much control his mother had over him. It was like she decided to chain up the real Theo, toss him in a box and wouldn’t let him out until the potential client agreed to sign on with their company.
Deep down I knew this had been going on most of his life, and just imagined a young Theo having to lie to try and impress his already distant parents made me realize just how good I really had it.
Not wanting to watch this fiasco of a dinner continue, I stood up and cleared my throat.
“Forgive me, but may I be excused?” I asked aloud as I quietly scooted my chair back across the marble.
Will continued to eat like he had zero cares in the world where I chose to spend the rest of my night, Mr. Freeman looked confused and slightly concerned, and both the Thompson parents looked extremely pleased to be seeing me leave.
“Oh, are you alright?” Mrs. Thompson faked her concern.
“Quite alright. Just a small headache is all.” I said as I touched my forehead for show.
It wasn’t a total lie. Seeing this whole Stepford act was beginning to make my head throb.
“Go lie down, dear. I’ll send Ethel up to check on you later.” Mrs. Thompson continued to play her sympathy card.
“Thank you.” I said through my teeth before setting my napkin down beside my plate and walking as slowly as would seem normal for the socially elite.
As I walked I could hear Mr. Thomspon rambling on about how they had to use the smaller dining room since the largest one was being set up for the large ball which would take place in two days.
I shuddered just thinking about it’s quick coming arrival. No way in hell did I want to go to that snob-filled fake fest, but I knew there was no getting out of it now. I shook my head to clear the awful reminder that I was stuck here and reached out to grab the door handle.
But just as I was opening the double doors I turned to catch Theo’s face. A look of abandonment evident on all of his features. I immediately halted in my tracks, and started to walk back to the table to be there in support. But I stopped myself. If I went back to he table I would be deemed a liar, and Although Mrs. Thompson would love that I wanted anything but that.
So I made sure no one was watching me but Theo and waved my hand in my direction telling him to follow.
“Come on!” I mouthed to him.
His smirk grew a mile wide and he gave me a curt nod to prove he understood before I closed the door.
I took slow steps towards the staircase, secretly waiting on Theo. When I heard the door swing open I kept up my act with a smile on my face.
Theo had made it out of the battle field alive.
I heard his hurried steps follow behind me until he was walking beside me up the mountain high staircase.
“I see you made it out alive.” I smiled over to him.
But it wasn’t him. It was William.
I watched as Amaya’s red lips mouthed for me to come with her before a smile took over my lips once again. So she wasn’t ditching me. I gave her a nod to show her I understood her plan before she exited through the doorway with a mischievous grin.
I loved seeing her less angelic side. It was almost non existent.
I kept my cool for as long as I could and while trying to not act absolutely desperate to get away from this dinner, I stood up. I could see Mr. Freeman was talking so I tried my best to keep polite.
“I’m sorry to interrupt that thought, Mr. Freeman, but—”
“Theo. Are you trying to Mr. Freeman over to the library for some scotch?” My father suddenly asked like I had come up with the most brilliant idea on the planet.
“Actually I was—”
“And cigars too! Brilliant, son. Mr. Freeman and I will head over now. We’ll see you the rest of you in two shakes.” He said before standing up and leading Mr. Freeman out an opposite entrance that led straight to a hallway which included our large library.
As soon as the door had sealed shut behind them, my mother pleasant smile had melted off her wrinkle-free face and was replaced with what resembled a raging bull.
“You seriously trying to ruin one of our most important meetings of the year so you could go run off with your little trailer park trash?!” She hissed at me.
“She is NOT trailer park trash! She never even lived in a trailer park. She-”
“You’re getting off topic, Theo! Whether she lived in a trailer park or not, you’re not seeing the clear picture here.” She sighed and slumped back in her chair before pouring herself another glass of wine.
“And what’s that?” I questioned as she took a long sip from her glass.
She traced the rim of her crystal cup with her perfectly done nail before she looked up to Will.
“William, go see to that girl of his.” She waved him off and as if he was a dog on command he walked out the same door as Amaya did not too long ago.
I’d give anything to trade places with hm right now.
“Doesn’t he have to be in there for business?” I questioned as Will shut the door behind him.
“No. I’d much rather have you in there. Mr. Freeman seems to connect with you better. You being on his college alumni’s football team really helps you gain his trust and that helps him trust us more.”
“And who says I’ll go in there and help you? I could just leave and you and father could somehow manage to gain his trust yourselves.” I suggested with a shrug.
My mother remained sitting as if my threat was nothing. She took another swig of her drink and I took that as my cue to leave.
I scoffed at her behavior towards me. I was so sick and tired of being used for her games. She was truly like an adult toddler. When she didn’t like the way something had turned out, she threw a tantrum. But her tantrums weren’t your everyday kind. It wasn’t full of screaming. She didn’t break down and cry. She didn’t start throwing things around. And she didn’t even give you the silent treatment. Unfortunately she was the ultimatum toddler.
The one that demanded something or “else.”
And I knew as I was walked towards the door her ultimatum would spring out of her soon enough, and since I know her all too well the ultimatum arrived just as my fingers had wrapped around the door handle.
“It sure would be a true tragedy for Amaya Dawson to get kicked out of her dream college, wouldn’t it?”
I removed my hand from the door handle.
“You don’t have that kind of leverage.” I say knowing that she truly does.
My mother had leverage for everyone and everything. Whatever she wanted she was sure to get it. And if she wanted to get Amaya to get kicked out of school she could do it with the click of a finger.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You know I do.”
I stood facing the door wishing it’d somehow transport me out of this room without my mom knowing.
“And you wouldn’t want that, would you? With her father in the state he is and her just barely getting by? What kind of boyfriend would you be if you let that happen to her?”
I took a deep breath and released it. “When we talked on the phone, you said all I had to do was be here for your precious ball and a few dinners. I’m here aren’t I?”
“That is true. You are here.” She finally stood from her seat, but not without her glass of course. She turned to look at me, and even though we were at least ten feet apart I could still feel the intense and intimidation radiating off her. “But maybe I’ve raised the stakes. In exchange for keeping Amaya in that school, I want more payment.”
I closed my eyes and tried my best to remain calm. That’s what Amaya would want me to do. Remain calm.
“What do you want from me?” I let out a sigh of defeat.
“I want you to break up with Amaya Dawson and stay away from her...for good.”
I suddenly halted on the stairs surprised I wasn’t talking to Theo, but instead to his brother??
“Will?” I questioned to make sure my vision hadn’t somehow been compromised.
“I mean that’s what people usually call me. It is my name of course.” He admitted sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes at his tone. Him and Theo were more alike than I’d first thought.
“What are you doing here? And not..”
“Theo? Yeah. Mother sent me,” He rose both his palms towards the ceiling and cocked his head before plastering on a clown-like grin. “So here I am.”
You could tell by his attitude that the absolute last place he’d like to be was with me. I thought about ditching this Thompson brother and running back to snatch the other, but knew that that would probably only cause more problems for both Theo and me.
“So go back.” I shrugged. “I can manage myself.”
I continued walking on my own up the stairs and made it to the top before Will started after me.
I rolled my eyes at his actions, but nonetheless I did wait. This had to be good.
“What do you want now?” I asked with a sigh. This was getting old, and looking down the hallway that held my room only made me yearn to be in my bed more.
“Look, I’m sorry for being a dick, okay?”
I tilted my head to the side.
“Hmm...okay. I’ll just be going to bed now.” I said and tried to turn down the hallway.
But I didn’t make it far because William was on my heels in a second. He caught my wrist and I spun around to look at him questioningly. He furrowed his brows and then looked down to see his hand still wrapped around my wrist.
“Oh, sorry...again.” He apologized and dropped my hand.
“What do you want from me, Will?” I asked as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I was starting to become annoyed.
“I was a real dousche to you at dinner. Let me make it up to you.” He offered.
I was skeptical at first. I mean the guy did make up three very in detail and very real scenarios off that top of his head, so he could easily be lying about this too. But there was just something about him that made me want to believe him.
“Alright!” He rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Follow me!”
“No way!” I shouted with laughter.
“I don’t believe you.” I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head in disbelief. But when I reopened my eyes again it was still there.
“Well believe it because it is totally genuine!”
An old photo of a young preteen boy was glued down and in the picture he was showcasing a hair style I think he had invented himself, a mohawk and frosted tips. It was so difficult to believe Theo would willingly get a hairstyle so comical. His natural and brunette hair was always perfect, no matter what he did with it.
I guess it’s just nice to hear that all of us have had at least one bad hair day in our lives.
“Mother hadn’t been around for a week so she didn’t see his hair for so long, but as soon as she saw it, she forced him to go back to the hair salon and get it fixed.” Will chuckled.
“This is the greatest thing I have ever seen in my life.” I laughed so hard I began to snort like a pig.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, trust me.” Will laughed along with me as we flipped to the next page of the scrapbook.
On the next page there were two young boys in karate uniforms bowing to each other. They had to be around eight or so.
“You and Theo, I’m assuming?” I asked looking up to Will with a quirked eyebrow.
“You’re right. Theo was about seven and was too nervous to take the class by himself, so I agreed to join with him.” Will explained while looking at the picture with a smile. It looked like he was reminiscing on better days.
We had been up in the attic for about an hour looking through old scrapbooks and pictures of their childhood days. There was everything up here. Theo’s whole life.
I’d gotten to see his first trip to the beach, his first day of preschool, and all his class dances. I felt so much closer to him. Like I knew him even better.
The usual cliche was that when you bring your girlfriend over for the very first time, your mom would whip up a nice dinner and an amazing dessert. We’d eat and talk and laugh while enjoying each other’s company.
Then when we were all stuffed with food, we’d all head out to the couch and gather ’round while we all scoured through your boyfriend’s baby pictures and laugh about how cute his butt was.
But unfortunately Will had to take Mrs. Thompson’s place. I even learned she wasn’t the one to put all these scrapbooks together. She wasn’t the one who collected and hoarded all these keepsakes in the attic...Ethel was.
Either way, I was still grateful Will had decided to bring me up here. It was thoughtful and I had completely forgiven him for the dinner scene that took place.
Theo always talked about how much Will had changed. How he’d went from his loving and carefree brother to another corporate robot under the dictation of his father.
But I was more than sure this side of him was the carefree version. I just wish the Thompson brothers could reunite. They clearly missed the other dearly, and they were right under each other’s noses this whole time.
I glanced up at the old timey clock at the edge of the attic and it was nearing midnight.
“Whoa!” I said in a shocked voice. “It’s late. I should get to bed.”
“Yeah probably a good idea. I have work in the morning. Just help me put everything away will you?”
“Sure thing.” I happily obliged.
When we finally got everything all cleaned up, we dusted ourselves off and treaded all the way back to my room. I was glad to have Will with me because I knew deep down that I never would’ve been able to find my way back on my own.
I thought about going to say goodnight to Theo before I went to sleep, but thought best if I didn’t. Knowing how superstitious she is, Mrs. Thompson probably had a security camera set up around here to make sure I stayed away from her son at all times.
“Well...this is me.” I chuckled.
“Yeah. Good night, Amaya.” He said as he scratched his head nervously.
“Good night, Will.” I nodded to him and twisted the handle to my room.
But before I could go inside Will stopped me again. “Hey, Amaya?”
I turned back to I was looking at him again. “Yeah?”
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion and tilted my head. “For what?”
“For dating Theo.”
I remained confused. “Huh?”
“I have never seen him like this before. He just looks and acts happier. You’ve obviously changed something in him. As a big brother I can see that.” I watched as he twiddled with his thumbs.
“I’ve always looked out for him. Even when I was distant and cold, I was always looking out for him. I’ve known him since the moment he was born and I’ve never seen him smile so much. And the way he looks at you? I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. I’ve only known you for a few hours and I can already tell that you’re probably the best thing to happen to him.”
I blushed at Will’s candor. Did having me around really change Theo that much? So much that it was noticeable right from the second he walked in?
I knew having Theo in my life was a blessing, but I had no idea I’d affected him so greatly...especially in such a short amount of time.
“Thank you, Will. So much.” I said with a mile wide grin.
“Yeah yeah don’t get all mushy on me, but I just thought you’d like to know. And one last thing, Amaya?”
I tried covering my huge smile, but I just couldn’t help it. I chuckled. “Yeah?”
“Don’t ever let him go, okay?” He asked me and I mindlessly nodded before he started walking down the opposite hallway.
“Wait...Will, what do you mean —” I looked up to already see Will closing the door to his room and the light go out from underneath.