With the first step over the threshold, you could feel the cool air of the house, it was an odd feeling a home colder than the air outside. But it felt nice considering I had been sweating and stuffy for hours on end.
“Have a nose around, mi casa es su casa” he said his hands going to his hips.
I didn’t reply just grazed my eyes around me, the décor was modern not what I was expecting from a cowboy town. Dark oak floors and crisp white walls, a large mirror hung upon the wall to the right of the hall way. It was definitely not what I had expected the home of a thirty odd year-old single man would look like.
“How old are you?” I asked earning a raised brow and a soft chuckle.
“Twenty-nine” he corrected my thoughts.
“Huh, nice digs” I complemented as I peeked around the door that I now knew lead to a living room, or sitting room I believe the Americans call it. I honestly don’t think I could keep up with the change I sure as hell don’t fancy changing my English, hell I don’t think my brain would have the ability to make such small yet big adjustments.
“Come I’ll show you your room” he hooked my duffel bag over his shoulder before lifting my large suitcase. Everything I now owned was in that man’s hands, my entire life cramped into to something small enough to be carried by an average sized man. Ok well Uncle Jesse wasn’t average sized he was a little bulky he was definitely a gym head or maybe just a hard worker but either or it still sucked like really fucking sucked that everything I now owned was capable of being carried with two hands, I was starting again from scratch, and I absolutely fucking hated that fact.
I followed him up the stairs willing myself to not work myself up on the fact I was ripped from my life and thrown into this strange new reality because there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t change the fact I was now an orphan; my mum had died and the British social services were quick to throw me on a flight and send me off to an uncle I hadn’t seen in what? Five or so years.
“Right, this is you” he released a breath placing my luggage to the left of the door.
The floor was covered in a grey wood flooring, Navy blue walls with the crisp white border, a large bedframe built and placed against the back wall and mustard coloured bed sheets tucked neatly into the mattress.
“You can change it to how you like, I can repaint the walls and” he began
“it’s nice, thank you” I smiled hoping to ease the tension he seemed to be feeling in this moment.
This must be strange for him just like it was for me. whereas I was forced out of my home, he had been forced to share his space with a teenager.
“It was my home gym before ...well you know, hence the male themed walls” he scratched the stubble of his beard. He wanted nothing more than a gate way out of this awkwardness.
“I like the colour its different” I smiled; I was being honest the room was nice compared to how I had pictured in my head since the social worker told me Id be catching a flight out here.
“You do? Cool” he chuckled “oh and I ordered a rug too I just need to collect it; we can collect it from town tomorrow when I show you around. It’s a grey rug I wasn’t sure your style, but we can always change it to whatever colour you would like. I could change anything in the room you name it” he added glancing around the room.
“Relax uncle Jesse” I laughed; I couldn’t help it; it was so obvious that the poor guy was way out of his comfort zone. He didn’t have kids and it was clear he was feeling way out of his depths with the sudden guardianship of a teenage girl. I mean who could blame him for feeling like that? His dead brother’s daughter was left an orphan with only one capable family member to care for her, that person being him.
“I’m too much aren’t I?” he chuckled a relaxed smile forming across his lips.
“No, but I’m almost eighteen you don’t need to worry so much” I said hoping the statement would ease him somehow.
“Right eighteen gotcha” he furrowed his brows probably comparing how the British deem their young ones as adults at eighteen and Americans at age twenty-one.
“Well, I will leave you too it. I’m going to pick up takeout from the diner while you unpack. Text me what you want to eat” he said backing out the door, if I didn’t know any different, he was running from the room, or more specifically me, it was comical. Don’t mistake, my uncle was a really nice guy, although we weren’t close, I still remember all his visits. He was the fun uncle; you know the one who would feed you desserts for breakfast and tell you ‘Shh’ don’t tell your parents. The one who would carry you on his shoulders when you were a toddler kind of uncle.
I closed the door, kicking my shoes off and throwing myself on the bed. I need a shower, like badly need a wash after the long sweaty journey but I was so exhausted that the second my back hit the mattress I had no plans on getting back up. I released a heavy breath this was my new; life, living with Uncle Jesse.
I guess it could have been worse, I could have been thrown into foster care or taking up refuge in a young person’s hostel. This will do, it will have to do until my eighteenth birthday that I for sure will be counting down the days to.
“Kid” “Kid?”I groggily sat up to the sound of knuckles to wood as Uncle Jesse knocked against the door.“Huh?” I squinted at the light that seeped through the window.“I know it’s a Sunday an all but its after lunch and I thought you would like to take a walk around town, go pick up that carpet and anything else you may need?” he shot through the closed door, at least he was respectful of my privacy.“Err sure, I’ll be down once I’ve showered” I reached for my phone to see the time was almost two in the afternoon. Damn I really slept for that long?“I will be downstairs when you’re ready” he announced before silence replaced his loud awakening.I pulled myself off the bed, my body was aching a little, but nothing compared to how it was last night. I dragged my feet towards the door whe
Samsonville never had much of an option for me to buy many clothes, I mean sure they had clothes stores, but I just couldn’t find much that I would want to wear. It wasn’t a surprise Mum used to say that I had my own style “child I cannot keep up with you, one minute its a cute summer dress the next flared jeans and a floor length fur coat” she always encouraged me to dress how I wanted though, and I loved her for it. God how I missed her, Things like this make it near impossible for me to block out the fact that she was really gone. It has been two weeks since her funeral, three weeks since she had passed and it was easier for me to not think about her or else I would break, something I was yet to do. I know with time it would get easier, it did when dad died.“I was thinking we could head to dinner at the bar and grill? What do you say?” Uncle Jesse cut into my thoughts.“huh” I hummed his que
“Nina this is, Arnie, Marie and their son Lucas. Kids this is Nina”“Pshht kids, I wish I still had youth” Arnie commented, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. They seemed to be easy going and a bright bunch.“It’s nice to finally meet you sweetie” Marie smiled over at me “here” she rose to her feet “take a seat, take a seat” she waved me into the seat beside her son before sliding herself into the seat beside Uncle Jesse across from me.“Wow you look just like your mother, doesn’t she boys” she smiled adoringly at me as if she was fascinated to see me.“She sure does” Uncle Jesse smiled widely.“You knew my mum?” I asked surprised at the information.“of course, I did honey, Elizabeth was a beauty let me tell you your father was hooked on her t
I was one hundred percent freaking out right now. I had showered, washed and dried my hair only to be sat by my suitcase for near enough thirty minutes having no clue on what I was supposed to wear for my first day of school. I wasn’t usually the kind of girl to spend a fathomable time on such a thing but as Lucas had called it my ‘first day jitters’ were wiping the floor with me. What did American’s wear to high school? I had asked Uncle Jesse but all I got was a shrug of his shoulders and a quick “beats me, kid”. I huffed with frustration because this was not me, yeah I am shy to a certain extent but since when did I care if people would deem my sense of style unfit for their standards? The answer was never, I never ever gave a crap before, so why was it bothering me so much now? I grabbed my black ripped skinny jeans and my short sleeve white v neck crop top. If I paired this outfit with my black strappy peep toe wedges and a smile upon my lips, I would look pretty cute. That’s the
A horn sounded from outside indicating that Lucas had arrived to take me to school and if I was to be honest with you I didn’t feel eager to leave. “That’s my ride” I announced swiftly making my leave for the front door before I could chicken out, run back upstairs and tuck myself back into my bed. “Your ride?” he asked in utter surprised confusion as he trailed behind me. “Yeah, Lucas offered me a ride, that’s ok with you? right?” I asked swinging the front door open as I headed out. “Err, I guess” he seemed unsure if he was supposed to agree to such a thing. “I’ll be fine uncle Jesse” I laughed, having a teenager in his life was a huge learning curve for him, I’m sure. “Alright, do you need me to pick you up after school?” he yelled after me as I made my way towards Lucas’s car. “Nah, ill figure it out. later uncle Jesse” I waved, swinging the door open and climbing into the passenger side of Lucas’s blue ford car. “Is this a ford mustang?” I asked shoving my backpack by my f
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