Emo Boy
Questions Part 2
**Esmee's Point Of View**
Nick and I walked back to my house, his arm firmly around my shoulders. I looked at him properly. He wasn't in any emo clothes today, no black skinnys or eyeliner or anything that resembles what he wore the other night. He had on a tight-ish white vest and some basketball shorts and a super soft cardigan. He looked pretty much the way I'd describe any guy's dress sense. I walked to the front door of my house and walked into the warm house. It's always warm for some reason
"KENYA" I yelled up or glass stairs. Not the best invention seeing as I like skirts. I muffled grumble answered me, letting me know he was still alive. Kenya as a tendency to sleep in his free time so know one knows where he is or if he's still breathing. He sleeps like a rock. When I was 5 I went to wake him up from his late afternoon sleep and screamed because I thought he had died. He woke up and looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. He laughed and then hugged me as I cried really hard.
I kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen,
"C'mon, our clothes are soaking and you need to get them dry before you go home" I motioned for Nick to come through but he stood looking around the front hall. He particularly starred at the Picasso picture, a rare picture he painted that my dad was given as a gift on his first movie.
"You like Pica so much?" I asked pouring some orange into 3 glasses
"Yeah, it's really nice.. I've never seen one like it?"
"It was given to my dad as gift for his first movie by the whole cast" I said with out thinking
"He's been in a movie?" Crap. I should think before I speak! Thankfully Kenya made an entrance to distract Nick,
"Oh er, Kenya, this is Nick, Nick, Kenya" I gave them both orange juice, "Er, Kenya, we got caught in the rain, can Nick borrow a shirt at pants just while his dry? You're both around the same size I reckon" Kenya nodded,
"Yeah sure, my room's this way" Nick followed him. I heard them talking, being a nervous person, and hoped it wasn't anything embarrassing about me. Fingers crossed!
Nick and I walked back to my house, his arm firmly around my shoulders. I looked at him properly. He wasn't in any emo clothes today, no black skinnys or eyeliner or anything that resembles what he wore the other night. He had on a tight-ish white vest and some basketball shorts and a super soft cardigan. He looked pretty much the way I'd describe any guy's dress sense. I walked to the front door of my house and walked into the warm house. It's always warm for some reason
"KENYA" I yelled up or glass stairs. Not the best invention seeing as I like skirts. I muffled grumble answered me, letting me know he was still alive. Kenya as a tendency to sleep in his free time so know one knows where he is or if he's still breathing. He sleeps like a rock. When I was 5 I went to wake him up from his late afternoon sleep and screamed because I thought he had died. He woke up and looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. He laughed and then hugged me as I cried really hard.
I kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen,
"C'mon, our clothes are soaking and you need to get them dry before you go home" I motioned for Nick to come through but he stood looking around the front hall. He particularly starred at the Picasso picture, a rare picture he painted that my dad was given as a gift on his first movie.
"You like Pica so much?" I asked pouring some orange into 3 glasses
"Yeah, it's really nice.. I've never seen one like it?"
"It was given to my dad as gift for his first movie by the whole cast" I said with out thinking
"He's been in a movie?" Crap. I should think before I speak! Thankfully Kenya made an entrance to distract Nick,
"Oh er, Kenya, this is Nick, Nick, Kenya" I gave them both orange juice, "Er, Kenya, we got caught in the rain, can Nick borrow a shirt at pants just while his dry? You're both around the same size I reckon" Kenya nodded,
"Yeah sure, my room's this way" Nick followed him. I heard them talking, being a nervous person, and hoped it wasn't anything embarrassing about me. Fingers crossed!