Steadily, the warmer months were rolling in; school was soon coming to an end. My exams almost complete, my time at Middlehurst High School was finally coming to an end.
It surely was an emotional shit-show.
It was a Friday afternoon, I was riding the bright yellow bus back to my hometown, which was about 7 miles away from school, when I got the text message from my mother that she wasn't in.
Shit. I thought to myself, knowing I just spent the last of my money on the bus fare home.
I didn't think much to it, I assumed she'd be gone for an hour, so I let it side. It was beautiful out anyway- I could just sit in my garden and revise.
Slowly my bus came to a halt, and I thanked the driver for the journey out of pure kindness and respect, and I walked the last 5 minutes of my journey home.
I was greeted with a meow from my neighbor's cat, Saturn, and I walked into my back garden, and placed my bag on the table in the center of the patio in which was slate-slabbed.
I took my revision out, and sighed knowing this was the only way to pass the time other than text away on my phone. I eventually closed it, and took off my school shirt and tie, and soaked some of the sun in.
I was met again with a light purr; the neighbor's cat.
That made me think of him.
Dreamy, light brown hair, a cheeky, small smile of gold, eyes like the ocean with flooded my brain with other thoughts, such as last summer when I saw him shirtless throwing a rugby ball to one of his other friends in the street as little kids on tricycles rode around and played tag.
Just as my thoughts came back to reality, I realized the sky was no longer a bright, vibrant blue, but a large grey cloud was approaching; I could feel the spits of rain on my body too.
Almost as if on cue though, the outstanding, handsome, beautiful neighbor walked down the driveway of his house, and spotted me as I put my shirt back on,
"Pal, you locked out again?" I hear him speak, his voice was like an Angel's, not too deep nor too high, the smooth little accent he had could be heard on the 'O' of 'out'.
In response, I nodded and laughed as I realized this wasn't the first time I had been locked out by my mother,
"You know it." I replied sarcastically, and slipped my jacket on when he responded,
"Jesus, come on in, you'll get soaked when that monster gets above us." As he referred to the cloud, and point somewhat towards it, I grabbed my bag and walked slightly faster to the side-alley next to my house which led to my front yard, he took my bag off of me and I climbed over the small fence.
Once over, I took my bag back, and we headed to his front door, which he opened in no rush despite of the weather. His elegance standing out like an elephant in the room, his posture somewhat posh, he opened the door and held it for me, and we stepped inside.