Chapter 269

Okay, I need to set my thoughts straight. I can't go on being amazed by the magnificence of Adrian's car, or at the goofy yet cute attitude that my brother is displaying.

I can't go on being confused about the smiles that Oakley occasionally flashes his way, and the hard stone stare that is on Adrian's face. I need to organise my thoughts in my head because it is simply all too much for me to take in at once.

First of all, we need to get inside. I get down from the car and leave Adrian to parking it in a safe spot, but it's not like any other cars will be coming in today, still for some reason my aunt has always craved neatness and complicity.

For her, she created a space for parking, and so it should be used for parking. Even more weird is that it still feels like she is around, watching us, and so I tell him to please park the car in the little car park where another one is parked of enough, and come meet us in the house.

Scott for someone who is drunk, is odddly stable on his feet. I don't even need to help him stand, I don't need to help me walk even in the least bit.

He is really really stable on his feet and I'm guessing that I can make that one of my new mysteries. Now, to even more pressing matters.

I realise that even if I do not like Adrian, I still am in awe of him. I am in awe of having such a superstar of magnificence in my home, and I find myself taking nervous glances around every now and then.

My aunt's home is posh, posh enough that it looks oddly nice and comfortable, yet exquisite all at the same time, so I smile at this. If it's not good enough for him, then he can leave.

Now to the matter of refreshments. I can't cook a single thing, and Oakley doesn't look like she's going to help me. Scott is practically drunk and he can burn the whole house down trying to prepare anything, even though I doubt that fact.

Still, i can't really risk it. I open up my phone, and I order us some pizza and take out. That is also off my list now.

What else?????.

I see Adrian is just coming in and I am once more mesmerized by his appearance. He looks so mature, and yet he is so young. He carries a dignified air around him. I remember that his actions yesterday weren't so much dignified and so I should throw that image of him out of my head. No one is really perfect in the end, and so on to the next item on the list.

Oakley has seated herself comfortable on one of the couches, and I can see her hand moving to the remote. She puts on the TV and a show comes on.

Well not what I was thinking but still it's okay, at least i have to keep everyone distracted until I find out what to do.

Exactly how do you have this sort of conversation. Is there even any particular thing that I want to know, is there any particular thing he want to say??. Suddenly I can't find a reason for inviting Adrian home.